SILKEN CORD
execution

    Her eyes sought out the post as she climbed the steps. There in the center of the platform. Waist high and smooth. She was led to it and when there she knelt. The wood was warm from the sun and felt almost erotic as her bare breasts separated around it. Ropes tied her to it. One around her knees and one more around her upper body. Her hands were tied to her ankles. Her head was free with the top of the post ending just below the hollow of her throat. She eagerly  looked around. If it was the last time she would ever see anything she wanted to see everything. 
    Her sentence was read by the herald. Not long now. For some reason she was not troubled be what her actions had earned her. Death was not scary to her. Instead she was regretting those things she would miss out on by dying. A lover, she had never known the touch of a lover. She would die virgin and unkissed. Children, never would she feel the pain and joy of childbirth, of watching her children grow. The change of seasons, the smell after a summers shower, the warn breezes of spring. Nothing in her future but a shroud and cold dirt. 
    Then steps behind her. A soft silken cord around her neck. A soft whisper in her ear telling her to exhale and hold it as long as she could stand. Her last breath left her lungs and she resisted the urge for just one more as long as she could. Then when the urge overpowered her and she tried to inhale the cord changed into a thing of steel as strong hands pulled it tight. The air that was to enter her was shut out as her throat collapsed. Her pulse pounded in her ears as her heart continued to force the blood past the strangulating cord. Then as he pulled it ever tighter even that stilled. Her body had attempted to move back to evade the silk but the ropes and the post prevented most of her attempts. Her head went back and her body arched as much as it could. Her pubic mound slammed onto the post and her fine pussy hair further polished the place where others had worn the wood to a shine. She held that position for a while, stiff with tensed muscles and shaking with useless effort. Then she sagged back. Her body lost the stiffness as the cord did its work. He still held it tight but he could feel the life running out of her. Her mouth gaped open as her eyes rolled back into her head. Then there was one last effort, a final spasm that emptied the last of her reserves and left her limp and still. His helper held the cord from slipping as it was tied tight, forever to stay around her neck in that last embrace. She was untied and her small forever stilled body was left laying there for the night. By morning when the men came for her to bury she as no longer virgin and many of the boys of the city had played with her in one way or another. And not just boys, some men and even a couple of women had touched her cooling body or satisfied their lusts with her. But it was of no importance, she was dead and soon would be buried and forgotten by most.