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It happened towards the end of the war, just a few months before peace was finally declared. Isabella, a young soldier from the Delta Regiment, had been caught helping war prisoners escape from one of our camps. She was tried under military law by a tribunal of officers. The trial had been swift and the sentence had been severe. Now it was my job to carry it out. It was not an unusual job, for a woman I my position.
What made this day special was the fact that I knew the young lady. Isabella was the daughter of Sergeant Amelia Cristobela, one of my dear, old friends. Amelia and I had served together in the Gamma Regiment for almost five years. Last year she had been transferred to the Alpha Regiment. I didn’t hear from her again and a few months ago I learned that she was K.I.A.
Isabella’s last requests had been that the execution should be carried out in the woods where she had played as a child and that she would be executed in civilian attire. The tribunal had approved her final requests and it suited me fine as well. I know a woman doesn’t want a whole regiment staring at her as she swings; and besides, the woods were absolutely lovely this time of year.
‘Your name is Ditte, right? That’s an unusual name.’ The young lady asks. Her voice is sweet and she sounds fairly calm, even through the sack that the guards put over her head. ‘Yea, it’s European.’ I reply. ‘You knew my mother, right?’ She asks. ‘Yes, she was a good friend.’ I reply and felt a lump in my throat. ‘I’m terribly sorry I have to do this, Isabella. You do know that I had nothing to do with the trial, right?’
She nods quietly inside the sack. We are walking through the woods in the bright light of daybreak. Morning dew still covers the leaves and grass and the forest smells so fresh and pure. Insects are humming and birds are singing all around us. It is really a lovely day. Still my heart is heavy and a melancholic mood has come over me.
’You are not going to hang me with this sack over my head any my hands tied behind my back, are you?’ The young lady asks when we reached the isolated spot that has been prepared for her execution. ‘I can remove the sack, but you’ll want to keep them hands tied. If you grab the rope, it will only prolong your death struggle.’ I reply. Again she nods quietly.
’I saw you a few times when you were just a young girl; barely a teen.’ I say as I stand in front of her, untying the small rope that holds the sack in place. ‘You have really grown into a lovely young lady. You look so much like your mother now.’ I say in a soft voice. It is true. Isabella looks absolutely stunning; long, perfect legs, wide, curvy hips, a slim waist and beautiful, voluptuous breasts. Her mother had been a stunning woman too.
‘Thank you.’ The young lady says behind the sack. I can’t help but smile, as I pull the rope off of her neck. I remember the time I had spent with Amelia, in a desolate hut, back when we patrolled the northern border. We were a small scouting team, just her and I. We spent a lot of time together in that hut and after just a few weeks we became lovers. We were stationed there for six months; some of the best time in my life.
’Oh my God.’ Isabella gasps as I pull the sack off of her face. My jaw drops as well, through not for the same reason as hers. She is staring at the gallows that has been set up in the woods, her eyes fixing on the noose that will all too soon be snug around her neck. I’m staring at her face. She looks so much like her mother, but if possible, Isabella is even more beautiful than Amelia ever were.
She looks absolutely amazing; huge, brown eyes, a cute little nose, delicate chin and cheeks, lovely lips and beautiful white teeth. For a woman who has spent more than two years in the line of duty, she looks absolutely incredible. She looks scared though. The calm that was over her when we walked through the woods has disappeared.
‘I can’t believe I’m going to die here.’ She whispers in a low, trembling voice. I can’t help but put my arms around her and hug her tightly. She sobs slightly as I do so. ‘I used to play here as a child. I have so many memories from here, from lovely summer days, just like this one. I just can’t believe this will be my last day, ever.’ She whispers. I let her go and walk over to the gallows.
’You know I cared a great deal for your mother. I guess I even loved her, in my own way. It was difficult, under the circumstances, I think you can understand. But I loved her as best I could.’ I say as I look at the young lady. She is staring at me as well. At least most of the time. Sometimes her eyes dart from my face and up to that terrible noose if for only a fraction of a second before they settle on my face again.
‘I’m going to make you an offer that I have never ever extended to any other prisoner, Isabella. Now you listen carefully and think hard before you answer.’ I say as butterflies appear in my stomach. I know that what I’m about to say may get me in trouble, but I can’t help myself. ‘If you want, I’ll let you go. I’ll let you loose and with a hell of a lot of speed and luck, you may make it through the woods and across the border up north.’
‘I… I’m truly grateful.’ The young lady whispers as she looks at me with an intense, contemplating look in her eyes. She stares at me for several minutes. I see both hope, fear and doubt in her beautiful eyes. Then those emotions fade and I see a grim determination come over her. ‘No… it would be no use. The patrols, the dogs, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I will rather die here, on this beautiful spot and this beautiful day, than getting ripped to pieces later in some muddy ditch.’
’You are a wise woman, Isabella. Brave and wise. Just like your mother.’ I say, feeling both relieved and kind of sad. Relieved that I won’t have to explain to my superior officers how she could get away; sad that she has obviously given up all hope. The lump in my throat becomes larger and I feel a cold hand around my heart. ‘Now, step up here.’ I say and wave her up onto the platform with a soft smile.
Her mouth is open, her eyes are wide, her breathing is fast and intense. She yelps a bit as she sees the trapdoor in the platform floor. I guess she can only too well imagine what it is for and what it will feel like when the noose is tight around her neck and that trapdoor disappears beneath her feet. ‘I guess I have to stand on that thing?’ She asks and nods towards the trap door. I nod as well.
With slow steps she walks across the platform to the trapdoor. Her movements are sluggish and unenthusiastic. The determination I previously saw in her eyes is once again replaced by fear and doubt. ‘God, I don’t know if I can do this.’ She whispers and stares at the terrible noose that hangs just in front of her face.
I can see the fear and trepidation in her beautiful eyes and I feel intensely sorry for her. But I also feel a strange sensation of excitement beginning to grow between my loins. I remember how Amelia used to love it when I strangled her with my army belt during sex. She said it made her orgasms feel more intense and also made them last much longer.
I tried it myself a few times. It was way too intense for me, but Amelia really loved it. And I loved to strangle her. I loved it how she went completely crazy with orgasmic ecstasy when I strangled the hell out of her. She even passed out a few times, but she didn’t mind. In fact, passing out just made her even hornier when she came to again.
‘Sorry, dear, I guess I was lost in some very lovely memories there.’ I say as I suddenly become aware that Isabelle has been staring at the noose in silence for almost a full minute, probably wondering why I didn’t get on with it, but too scared to ask. ‘I guess we should get on with it… unless you have changed your mind?’
Isabella swallows hard. Then she bows her head forward. ‘No. Do it.’ She whispers with a voice so intense that it almost cuts into my heart. I grab the noose and pull it out. ‘Again, you really are a brave woman, Isabella.’ I say truthfully. ‘I wish we could have met before, under other circumstances. I wish I had had the chance to get to know you better.’
‘I… I guess I would have like that too. You seem like an interesting woman.’ Isabella whispers. Her words fill me with joy. I feel a warm sensation spread from between my legs and up into my stomach. It feels wonderful. ‘Your mother was the most delightful woman I have ever met and you remind me of her in so many ways.’ I say and smile at her with all the warmth in my heart. ‘Believe me, that is a huge compliment.’
‘Thank you.’ Isabella whispers and manages a weak smile as she looks up into my eyes. I gently pull the noose over her face. I can feel her body trembling as my hands brush against the soft, delicate skin of her neck. My body trembles as well. God, she is so beautiful, just looking at her releases thousands of butterflies in my chest.
’I will make you one last offer, Isabella. I hope you will consider it and choose as wisely as you did with the first offer I gave you.’ I say and feel an intense tingling sensation spread throughout my entire body. ‘But before I do so, I need to tell you something about your mother. Something you might no know and something you may find uncomfortable. It is of a very personal and intimate nature. Would that be OK?’
‘Yea, I guess so.’ Isabella whispers are stares at me with curious eyes. I nod and smile. ‘Good. You may already know that your mother was a scout at the northern border, about four years ago. Well, we were a team, her and I. We lived together in a small hut. It was very close quarters. For several months. We developed… we became… I guess one could say…’ I stutter. I can feel my cheeks getting warm as I speak. Am I really getting shy?
‘You became lovers?’ She asks. I draw a sigh of relief. The young lady is not as innocent as her age might suggest. I guess that is true for most soldiers. ‘Yes, we became lovers. We had the most… amazing… sex.’ I say, still feeling a slight blush in my cheeks. ‘Your mother had a special kink. She liked me to wrap my army belt around her neck when we made love. It gave her the most intense orgasms.’
’OK. I didn’t know that about my mother, I must admit. But why are you telling me this?’ The young lady asks with a puzzled look in her beautiful eyes. I walk over to her. With a trembling hand I reach forward and softly place two fingers on the delicate fabric of her skirt just above her groin.
‘As I said, you remind me of her. A lot. I was wondering if you… you would be interested in… if it would give you pleasure to…’ I stutter, again baffled as to why this young lady makes me feel so shy. I’m usually not a prude, not at all. Then I take a deep breath. ‘What I’m trying to ask of you, if I could just get the cotton out of my mouth, is this; would you like to have sex with me before I hang you?’
Isabella looks at me with a huge smile on her face. For a second, I really believe she is going to go along with my suggestion. Then she slowly shakes her head. ‘No. I’m sorry. I’m truly flattered that a beautiful woman, such as you, would give me such an amazing offer. But I’m not really into women. Besides, what you shared with my mother is between you are her. I could never live up to that. We don’t share what you and she shared. I could never be the same.’
’I guess you are right. Isabella. I just miss her so much. Beside, an orgasm would make it easier for you. It would make you relax, make your hanging less stressful.’ I whisper, disappointed that she didn’t take the offer, but also knowing that she is right. ‘Would you like to masturbate before I hang you? I will let you, if you’d like.’
Again she shakes her head. ‘My mother obviously got a kick out of asphyxiation, but I don’t. Believe me; nothing about this turns me on. Sorry, I mean you are a beautiful woman, I can see that, but I’m not into women. I guess I’m good to go as I am.’ She says and smiles. I pull up the rope a bit, so she has to stand on her toes to avoid it pulling snug around her neck. She looks concerned but calm.
‘OK then let’s get ready. Did the tribunal inform you about the procedure?’ I ask. She looks at me, a hint of confusion in her beautiful eyes. ‘Procedure?’ She asks. I nod. ‘Yes. You were sentenced to short drop hanging. That means you only drop a foot or two. Your neck most likely won’t snap. You will die from slow strangulation as your weight slowly pulls the noose tight around your neck.’
’Oh my God, that sounds absolutely dreadful.’ She whispers. ‘But I have seen another woman die like that. I kind of figured I’d have to go the same way. I know it’s painful, but I guess there is no choice. Is there?’ She looks at me, imploringly. I shake my head. ‘No. Sorry. But I’ll try and make it easy for you.’ I say and send her a reassuring smile. ‘You are a brave woman, Isabella. You’ll do OK.’
Suddenly Isabella’s eyes flicker down to my bosom and then up to my eyes again. I gasp, surprised and a bit ashamed as I notice that my left hand is cupping my left breast. It wasn’t even a conscious gesture. I’m just tingling all over. My nipples are hard and I feel heat between my legs. Is it the thought of the wonderful time I spent with Amelia that has turned me on so completely? No, it’s something different.
‘I’m sorry, Isabella, but I’m… I’m just so incredibly turned on right now.’ I whisper, trying sincerely to gauge my own emotions as I speak. ‘I loved your mother and I will always remember our time together with genuine affection. But this is not about her; this is not about what happened four years ago. This is about you and me: this is about right now. Isabella, you are a beautiful woman in your own right, so very beautiful.’
’Thank you, Ditte, I’m flattered. But I don’t know what you want me to say. I don’t know what you want me to do. I already told you that I don’t want to…’ The young lady starts, but I don’t let her finish. ‘It’s OK, Isabella; you don’t have to do anything. Well, you have to die, obviously, but besides that, I only ask for your understanding. If I get a bit carried away, I hope you can forgive me.’
‘I… I guess so. It’s not really any of my business how you pass the time as I die, is it?’ The young lady whispers. ‘Brave and wise. Thank you.’ I reply and nod appreciatively as I let a hand slide down to my crotch. I’m so warm and excited that even a gentle touch of my fingers through the fabric of my dress sends a wave of pleasure through my lower body. I’m so aroused that my labia feel like a firm peach through the dress.
‘One last ting: Do you believe in a life after death?’ I ask. Isabella looks at me with a perplexed look on her face. ‘No. Why?’ She asks. ‘So when you are dead, your body is just a lump of meat? And you no longer have any claim to it whatsoever?’ I ask insistently. She looks even more confused. ‘I have no clue where you are going with this, but I guess not, no. Death is the end; I don’t care what happens to my body.’
’Thanks again, love.’ I say and press my stiletto heel down at the small pedal between the floorboards. Isabella must have seen it coming, because in that very moment she screams at the top of her lungs. The small pedal turns. The trapdoor disappears below Isabella’s feet. She keeps on screaming as she drops. She only stops when the rope pulls tight around her neck.
Her body is trembling and she is wiggling her hands and feet. She can still move her body! Her neck didn’t break! I feel intensely sorry for her, because I know it means that she has to endure a pain like no other on earth or in hell, but I’m also excited that I get to enjoy her living body a bit longer. I know it’s selfish, but I can’t help it.
A strained look engulfs her beautiful face. She is breathing, but every breath is strained. ‘God… please… I can… still breathe…’ She gasps as she wiggles like a fish on a hook. She looks so scared, so helpless, so utterly fragile. Every fiber in my body wants to reach out to her, grab her, lift her up and save her. But I don’t. I stare at her in awe and with incredible fascination.
Then her eyes open. She stares and me with a mad look in her beautiful eyes. ‘Please, god!’ She yelps. ‘I’m not… I’m not dying!… I can still… still breathe!’ Though her words are strained, I can clearly hear the note of pure desperation ring through. It sends a chill through my very soul. I feel the knot in my throat again and the cold fingers wrapped around my heart.
Only this time it doesn’t feel uncomfortable, it doesn’t feel daunting. The sensations mix in with all the other emotions that are running amok inside of me. It becomes a part of that explosion of pure passion that fills my body and soul. I moan with delight as I pull my dress up. I’m not wearing panties. My fingers find the moist crack between my labia and follow it up to my clitoris. Pure pleasure explodes through me.
The people who prepared the gallows didn’t do a very good job with the noose knot. It’s not tied in the correct manner, so it doesn’t pull tight around the young lady’s neck. Besides, though her hips and bosom are ample, her body is petite, just five feet tall and probably not more than about 90 pounds. It will take a long time for the poor girl to die and I masturbate with intense joy as I watch her struggle.
Within just a few minutes, an incredible orgasm fills my entire being. Total bliss envelopes my conscience. I sense nothing else for I don’t know how long. When I come to, I’m on my knees, panting and gasping for air. ‘Oh my God, that was incredible.’ I moan as I look up at Isabella. The young lady seems to have gone almost mad from her desperate situation; she is kicking and writhing on the rope like crazy.
For a second, I feel disappointed that I orgasmed before she died, but as I take in the beauty of her desperate dance, I feel strangely grateful. Now that my immediate lust has been satisfied, I can focus fully on Isabella. Her wonderful legs are kicking, her stomach muscles are flexing, and her amazing boobs are bouncing up and down, straining against the thin fabric of her top.
She is struggling with every fiber of her being, yet she must have realized that she is beyond hope or salvation. There is nothing she can do to save herself, yet she struggles with all she’s got. It is an amazing sight; horrible, intense, enchanting, fascinating and beautiful. I feel so sorry for her, yet I can’t take my eyes from her beautiful suffering, much less bring myself to end it.
Isabella’s kicking and writhing makes her body jump up and down. The intense vibrations cause the most amazing thing to happen; for every bounce, her top slides down a fraction of an inch over her amazing bosom. Suddenly I see the top of her areola appear above the coarse fabric. The delicate and beautiful skin of her areola is slightly darker than the rest of her body. It looks amazing.
Than a few more bounces cause her top to slide even further down. Her nipples pop out over the top; hard, lovely and erect. I can’t help thinking that even in all her desperation and misery, some part of her body feels sexually excited. What is going on inside her head? What does she experience as she hangs there, helpless and desperate?
Her eyes are closed, her jaws clenched, her face a mask of anguish and distress. Suddenly she looks at me with piercing eyes. Mad, crazy eyes. ‘Plaargh…pleeeerrrh…pleeease!’ She gasps, her strained voice resonating with bone chilling terror that sends shivers through my very soul. I don’t yet fully understand why, but I love seeing this beautiful young lady suffer, I need to see her suffer. It touches something deep inside me.
’You poor, poor girl.’ I whisper as I slowly and unsteadily get up and walk towards the young lady. My legs feel like jelly, my whole body still drained from the wonderful orgasm I have just experienced. I stop just in front of her. I have executed countless other women, but never like this, never without someone else watching, never up close like this.
The intensity if Isabella’s desperate struggle has somewhat subsided. She still kicks with her legs, but not as much as before. The vibrations of her body are less intense, more like a tense tremor than a violent jerking. Her amazing boobs still bounce up and down. Her breathing is becoming increasingly strained and her face is getting red. She is being strangled, however slowly.
She looks so helpless, so desperate. Every fiber in my body aches to reach out to her, lift her up, help her and save her young life. Every same fiber in my body aches to reach out and touch her beautiful body, grab her, feel her and experience this amazing girl as she dies. But out of respect for the tribunal and the young lady’s mother, I resist both urges. I must content with merely watching her.
No, there is one last thing that I must do. I promised her. I grab her hair and force her face up. She stares up at me, a silent plea in her eyes, her mouth opening and closing with a wheezing sound. Her lips move, but she is unable to form any intelligible words. ‘I still can’t believe how beautiful you are, even at this moment, Isabella.’ I whisper passionately.
‘Watching you struggle like this, watching your amazing young body kick and writhe, is a truly beautiful sight. But I promised you that I would help make it easier for you and I will honor that promise.’ I said and nodded. Isabella looks up at me with a strange mix of dread and appreciation in her eyes. She knows what I mean. I will help her die faster. She is obviously scared of dying but at least it will lessen her suffering.
‘I’ll place my hand on your throat and dig my fingers into the sides of your neck, compressing the carotid arteries and jugular veins. I doubt you’ll even feel it, with all the pain you must already be suffering.’ I explained in a calm and soft voice. ‘It will cut off oxygen supply to your brain. You’ll pass out in less than a minute.’ She stares at me while I speak. With a resigned look in her eyes, she nods her consent.
Goosebumps break out all over my arms and chest. My heartbeat quickens and my palms feel moist. My legs feel so weak I must struggle to stand. The tickling sensation in my stomach becomes a roaring churning. I can’t really decide whether I’m scared or excited. No, I’m both. God, I’m going to have to end this beautiful girl with my bare hands!
I’m shaking all over as I slowly bring my right hand up to the young lady’s neck. A shock runs through my body, almost like electricity, when I touch her warm, delicate skin. She feels so lovely to touch. God, I want to hold her so bad, I want to hug her, feel the warmth of her body, and feel her beautiful breasts, her lovely legs, the delicate skin on her stomach and the sweet softness of her labia. But I don’t.
My fingers carefully find the depression between her wind pipe and the muscles on either side of her neck. I know this grip well. When I didn’t have my belt handy, I sometimes held Amelia like that until she got woozy or even passed out. As I dig my fingers hard into the sides of the beautiful girl’s neck, a tremor runs through my body and I feel the heat between my legs increase. How I loved Amelia, how I loved the sex with her!
’Oh my God, you are beautiful, Isabella!’ I moan as I look down on her face. The expression on her face fills me with awe, terror and excitement at the same time. She is staring up at me with her huge, beautiful eyes, while tears silently flow down her cheeks and a bit of saliva oozes from her mouth. She doesn’t make a sound. She can’t. She just stares at me with the most intense look I have ever seen in my life.
Amelia, Isabella, sex, death, hope, war, love, fear, lust, pity, power, tenderness; a violent stream of emotions wash through me, like some unknown dam has been breached deep inside my soul. My whole body quivers as I stare into her beautiful eyes. Her body is still struggling, the gentle spasms sending tremors up my arm that mix with my body’s own vibrations.
For a second, it is as if our minds merge and I can feel all that she feels. I scream with pure passion, a passion beyond joy or pain, fear or lust, right and wrong. The scream echoes through the woods as the spark in Isabella’s eyes grown ever fainter. ‘I love you, I truly do.’ I whisper, not knowing if it’s true or not, but beyond caring. Her eyes roll up into her skull. Her body shakes ever so lightly. Then she is still.
I stand back and look at the beautiful body in front of me. Though the sight is truly titillating, I’m overcome with an almost soul crushing sensation of loss and loneliness. I realize that I’m all alone in the woods. Just seconds ago, I was with the most beautiful woman I had met in a long, long time. Now it’s just me and a piece of dead meat. The thought sends shivers up and down my spine.
I’m standing there for several minutes, breathing calmly and letting my pulse settle, as I explore every inch of her lifeless form with my eyes. Slowly the shock of her passing dissipates and I’m left with pure admiration for the beautiful physical form that she has left behind. ‘Death is the end; I don’t care what happens to my body’, she had said. Only now do I fully realize why I asked her that question.
I need to make love to her. I must make love to her. I don’t mind that she is dead, she is still warm and soft and beautiful. She hadn’t wanted me to make love to her while she was alive, but now she can have or make any objections. She looks so much like her mother. Amelia had dies in a pool of blood in a mud hole on some forsaken battlefield; I had never gotten to say goodbye. Now I can finally have closure. Properly say goodbye to both Amelia and Isabella.
I pull Isabella into my arms and tremble at her warmth and the touch of her amazing body. Her breasts press against mine as I pull the noose up over her beautiful face. I kiss her deeply, before I hoist her petite body up on my shoulder. Then I descend from the platform and make my way back to the path from which we had come.
I know that the military doctor is expecting me to deliver Isabella’s body sometime during the day, so she can formally pronounce her dead. But there is no way she can know how fast we have walked or how long the execution took. It is still early morning. I can easily justify being delayed an hour or two; hell, I don’t need to be back before lunchtime.
I decide to find a small glade or clearing away from the beaten track; somewhere with grass and flowers where I can lay with her and make love to her as the sun slowly climbs above the treetops. It is a beautiful day and even though the feeling of melancholy has once again settled on me, I also feel extremely grateful and wonderfully excited…