“Well let’s get you up and swinging then.” He said sharply. He gestured towards his assistant. “I don’t won’t any mess with this one,” he said. The assistant nodded and Jenny could see that she was taking a tampon from the bag she carried. She was pretty, dressed only in a little skirt; her breasts exposed with sort of soft little buds for nipples.
“I’m sorry,” was all the girl said as she pushed the tampon into its place. “It’ll help;” she paused once it was in and the guard fastened the final ropes around Jenny thighs, even as the executioner noosed her and pulled the rope a little tighter. “I hope those leg ropes are tight enough for you,” he asked. “We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” He laughed and walked over towards the release lever which would operate the gallows.
“It’s a pity that we couldn’t have enjoyed each others company a bit more,” he said but Jenny could see that he had released the lever and felt herself falling. He was right. The man may have been a sadist but