Case - end

As Lara awoke on the floor, she shivered at the contact with the cold surface. Her body was still wet from sweat and her pussy juices, after the teasing the guard surrendered her too. She had to admit, he was quite skilled. As she tried to move, she noticed that her hands were still bound behind her back. Great, she wouldn’t be able to put on her clothes. At least she still had her boots on – thanks for small mercies.

She got up and walked up to her bunk and sat on it. She shivered from cold of the dungeon she found herself in, but knowing she had no blanket to cover herself with, she simply lied on her side and tucked her legs to her chest, in an attempt to capture as much heat as she could and closed her eyes. She once again cursed her stupidity – she should have bought the poison outside of the village.

She opened her eyes as she heard her cell opening – had the big guard returned to have more fun with her, to ask more questions… or did he sent his friends to have their way with her. Considering that she would be executed for killing her husband she wasn’t opposed to having some fun. Not that she could resist anyway.

Her eyes shoot open as they landed on the man who entered. The man was big, his body massive and imposing, but what her eyes were concentrated on was the black hood with two holes for the eyes, which the man was wearing. If she thought logically, she would notice that the man was of similar (if not the same) body built as the guard who fucked her. But the black hangman’s hood was the source of fear, a source of respect and symbol of what awaited her. In her distress, the man that stood before her seemed far bigger than the guard, more imposing and far more terrifying.

‘Is the man going to kill me now?’ was the only thought in her mind at the moment.

Lara rolled from her bunk and fell on the floor. She got on her knees and started crawling away from the hooded man. When she got near the wall, she rolled on her back and started pushing herself with her legs. She knew it was futile, but her instincts took over. She breathed heavily as she observed the man who didn’t move from his place… when he did, her breathing quickened even more.

She tried to struggle when he grabbed her by the hair, but could only tussle helplessly against her bonds. The man waited patiently until Lara finally realized that it was futile. Resigned she sagged on the ground, ceasing her fruitless fight. Then, when she got on her knees as the man **** her slowly to standing position, her eyes landed on his crotch.

“Last fuck!” She declaimed.

The executioner stopped and looked at her, questioningly. As she knelt before him, she had to lift her head up, to look into his eyes. She was **** – when faced with end - to buy some more time, hours, minutes… even few additional seconds. Anything to delay inevitable.

“I have right for last wish - I wish for you to fuck me!”

The man slowly nodded. As he started unbuckling his pants Lara’s eyes wandered to the open cell door. She would take the man’s dick into her mouth then bite it and run out of a cell. Her hope for freedom has blinded her to the facts that she was naked, tied, in building’s which structure she did not know, the presence of other guards (possibly behind the next door) or simple fact that her high-heeled boots made terrible loud noise on stone pavement. In her situation, she would jump on any hope, no matter how slim.

Then her eyes fell on the man’s dick. She swallowed heavily, thinking that it was even bigger than the guard’s who fucked her. The woman yelped as the man pulled her by the hair, forcing her to stand. Before she could say anything, she felt his other hand on her pussy. She moaned at the feeling of rough material of his thick gloves rubbing against her labia… she started moving her hips rhythmically, matching the movements of the man’s gloved hand.

“Ohhhh…” She grunted as the man quickened his movements, driving her mind blank. It was as if he was trying to peel her skin with his glove. The heat of the friction was so great that it took her but a moment to reach her first climax… and moment later a second - while she was still riding her first one. When he stopped, she fell on the man’s arm as her body was shaking from the stimulation.

The executioner turned the woman around and bent her forward, pushing her naked breasts against the bars. Lara’s eyes widened as she felt the tip of the man’s dick pushing against her oversensitive labia. He was going to ram that monster into her!?

“Wait! I already cam-Ohhh!” She moaned as the man’s dick started invading her pussy. She stood with her legs apart, even lifting one of them and resting her knee against the bars, to give the man easier access. The pleasure she was experiencing, just from insertion, was immense. She tried to escape, but the man grabbed her by the hair and pulled, impaling her further on his meat.

“Ahhh!” Lara screamed as an orgasm hit her, then he pushed his hips forward – once. The tip of his dick hit the wall of her womb, pushing her to climax. The woman stood shaking, with the hangman’s dick filling her entirely.

“Ah-I,” Lara swallowed and continued with her shaky voice “I already-ahn, had an orgasm… let me-ahh, return favor… with-h, my mouth…” she said, as the waves of pleasure continued to **** her body. What he had done to her was not what she planned for. Her oversensitive body would not be able to escape if they continued in that direction.

“Your wish was not for a climax but for a fucking.” The dull voice of the hangman answered. “and fuck you I will. After that, you can use your mouth to pleasure me.” Lara whimpered with fear and anticipation as the man finished. The hangman tightened the grip on the convict’s hair and started thrusting his hips.

“Hhhhh” a deep guttural sound escaped Lara as she felt her pussy pounded. The sounds she was making changed into lustful moans as she could not help herself and submerged in the pleasure she was experiencing. The longer her executioner continued fucking her, the fewer thoughts of escape she had. Until the only thing, she thought about was pleasure she was experiencing.

The man changed his peace, at one time moving slowly, teasing her, at other pounding her mercilessly. Suddenly the hangman slapped Lara’s asscheek.

“Aaaaahhhhhoooo!” She screamed lecherously as another orgasm hit her. She continued moaning, expecting another slap – only for the man to thrust his dick strongly into her and shoot his seed. The feeling of hot liquid inside of her pushed the woman into the strongest orgasm so far.

When she finally recovered enough to notice what was going on around her, Lara found herself on her knees and in front of her, still hard monstrous tool that ravished her. Automatically she bent forward and started licking it, cleaning it from the mix of the man’s seed and her own juices – her plan of escape long forgotten.

After a moment the man grabbed her by the hair and **** on her feet. He untied her and pushed on her bunk.

“Your wish was fulfilled. Now get dressed.”

Lara, not yet fully recovered after the fucking she received, obeyed. After a moment, she stood before the hangman wearing her thigh-long skirt, her shirt and her knee-high heeled boots. He, again, tied her hands behind her back.

Then he grabbed her by the elbow and lead her out of the cell.

It took some time, but when they finally got to the central plaza of the village, the sight of the gallows snapped the woman out of her daze. She locked her eyes on the piece of rope… with a noose. She only started walking again, when she was pushed forward. She should struggle, scream, fight… but for some reason, the presence of the executioner made her… compliant.

They stopped in the middle of the platform, a meter in front of the rope. Lara’s legs fell weak as she looked at the rope and if not for the hangman, she would fall on her knees.

“Look at the crowd.” The man said.

And she listened to him. She looked at the crowd and she recognized almost all of them. The people she grew up with and lived with her entire life. She saw her neighbor who gave her more than one lecherous glance, her friends with whom she gossiped, the local drunkards, farmers. Most of them looked at her with open hatred, others with joy, quite happy with the misfortune that had befallen her.

She felt the hangman’s hands traveling from her arms down. He grabbed her shirt with both hands and ripped it open.

“Ah!” She yelped, startled at the action.

The hangman slapped her left breast, then put both of his hands under her tits and risen them a little, as if he was presenting them.

“Ohh” Lara inhaled sharply as the man squeezed her breasts, hard. He then traced his hands to her nipples and squeezed them, then pulled upwards, forcing a woman to stand on her toes. Some men in the crowd started laughing and whistling.

The executioner spun the convict so that she faced him. The woman didn’t have the time to consider the action, as the hangman rolled her skirt up, showing her naked as to the crowd. Lara hid her face in her tormentor’s chest to hide her embarrassment when she heard him speak.

“Bend forward and push your ass up.” His voice was quiet, gentle even.

Her body heated up at the sound of his voice – somehow his presence was conforming. Slowly she bent forward and pushed her ass in the crowd's direction.

“Stand with your legs apart.”

Again, she found herself following his instructions. Why!? Why was she obeying this man?

“Slap the slut’s ass!” She heard a man call. She recognized the voice – it was that lecherous neighbor of hers. He-

“Ha!” She yelped as she felt her button slapped.

A moment later she was spun to face the crowd. She was about to close her legs, to preserve a minimum of dignity, when heard the voice again.

“Stand with your legs apart and push your hips forward.” Again, with her entire body heating from embarrassment, she obeyed the Hangman.

He traced his hands down and spread her labia, presenting her privates to the crowd. Then he put one of his gloved hands to her pussy. She, instinctively, started bucking her hips, grinding her pussy against the glove. After a moment he took the glove away.

“Look up” She did – only to find herself staring at the crowd mocking her, laughing at her. The drunkards were openly laughing, her gossip friends looked at her with disgust… or cruel joy, her neighbor was grinning and massaging his crotch. Her face has heated up from shame. She tried to look down, but the hangman grabbed her by the hair and **** her to look forward.

“Look at them!”

She did. Every smile, every sneer, every leer, every lecherous motion was burned deeply in her mind.

Then her vision went black. It took her a moment to understand that the hangman put a hood over her head. He guided her forward few steps forward before stopping her – then she felt something tighten around her neck. It took her a moment to understands that it was a noose of the rope.

She started struggling, only stop when she heard a scream from the crowd.

“Go on! Shake those tits!” the lecher screamed, making the crowd laugh.

It took her a moment to understand how it must have looked like - that she was moving around to shake her breasts and sway her ass. The feeling shame washed over her again and she stopped moving. Her contemplation of her shame was broken when all sounds went quite.

'Why is it so quiet? Has-?'

Suddenly, Lara stopped feeling the floor under her boots. She only managed to gasp, as she started falling down.

The hangman waited for an hour, before cutting off the convict’s body and taking it to the place he was going to bury it in.

The man looked at the body of the woman he executed.

[A1] She was still half naked, tied and had her head covered with the hood. Now it was merely an empty shell, a food for worms. He put his boot on her tit and pushed it into the grave. The body fell down, breaking the bones it fell on.

[A2] He put her clothes in some order and took, the hood and rope, off. Her penance was administered so she could be given a semblance of burial. He slowly put the body in the grave, on the bones.

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The grave-site was used earlier by previous hangmen, to bury convicts. He would also use this place. He took a shovel and started working.

Since Lara’s husband didn’t have any living family and didn’t leave a will, all of his and hers money were inherited by a distant cousin of Lara. Without money, the lover of Mr. Gojak couldn’t hire a doctor to help her when she fell ill. She died giving birth to Mr. Gojak’s son… along with their child.

Mrs. Gojak was on the lips of every person in the village for some time. Many young men went to sleep dreaming about her naked body, how she started riding the Hangman's hand. Her neighbor masturbated to the memory for an entire month, before finding a new object of fascination. She was also a frequent subject of talks in the local bar…

That lasted for an about a year, then people slowly started forgetting about her. She was talked about less and less…

The last time for someone to remember her happened six years after her execution. The hangman, who reopened her grave, found the remnants of her boot – the only other remnants of her body being bones and strips of material.

He remembered how he interrogated her, how he fucked her and how he finally ended her... His first case, a one - to his great regretted - he didn't understand to full extent.

Remembering her, made him reminiscence his long career.

The time when he had to execute the woman who gave him a job, his liege. The most honorable woman he has ever met had to choose between two loyalties and found herself in a situation without escape.

He remembered the first time when he went all out – ironically it was sister Sophie, he used his most brutal methods on. The woman made a stupid choice and made herself powerful political enemies. It was also a first time when he was allowed to ‘convince’ a convict to admit to the crimes she didn’t commit – bah, he was encouraged to do that even.

He remembered his friend, the bar owner – the only woman who ever treated him as an equal. Then he was placed with choice – either cover for her crime and protect her or sentence his only friend to the ****.

He survived political turmoils, ‘heroes’ parties, racist ‘prosecutions’, slavers, bandits, thieves, greedy nobles… he made it though.

When he finished his reminisce, he went back to work and put the body of his latest 'victim' into the grave…

The ending would be different with discovering all of Lara’s secretes.

Did you dislike/like the change of POV for Lara?

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