The Many Perils of Annie: The Gallows Room.

I am the hangman. I am good at my work, and I love my job.

I wait in the gallows room of the prison. I specialize in hanging the female condemned. The room is not large, but it's nice. Carpet, wallpaper, a table with a vase of flowers. And 2 X's painted on the carpet, on the trapdoor, with a noose directly above. Enough rope is coiled above for a long drop.

The door opens and the warden pushes in a girl. As always, he announces her name, and leaves. "Annie" is what he says. Annie is about 5’3”, thin waist, and very large breasts.  She has her wrists cuffed behind her. The girls get to pick out their execution clothes. Annie is barefoot, wearing cutoff jeans and a very tight white tank top with nothing underneath.  Her blonde curls are loose around her shoulders. Eyes wide, she looks at me, and then looks at the noose. Her nipples, already hard, spring up harder. She gasps. To my surprise, she takes a couple steps towards the noose. Then, magician like, she slips the handcuffs off both wrists and drops them to the floor.  I quickly move between her and the door, expecting a struggle. But Annie never looks away from the noose. She quickly pulls off her tank top and jeans. Nude now, she walks forward and puts her feet on the X's.   With the rope of the noose brushing her breasts,  she puts her hands to her crotch and starts masturbating. Her breath quickens.

I move to her and lower the noose around her neck. Annie gasps and rubs herself faster. I pull all her blonde curls from under the rope and position it under her left ear. She moans.

I go to the trap lever and pull the safety pin. Annie gasps "not yet, not yet" and rubs herself harder. Her breasts jiggle and quiver between her arms. Then she convulses and gasps 'fuck me fuck me fuck me' while she orgasms. I pull the lever. She screams inarticulately while she falls through the floor, her hands still working her pussy. Her breasts, weightless in freefall, rise almost to her chin, and her long blonde curls stream out straight above. Then she is gone from view. The rope twangs tight, and there is silence.

I go to the other door in the room, and walk down the metal stairway into the death room below. Annie is dangling perfectly still. Her arms are at her sides now, her wrists resting on her hips, her curled fingertips barely brushing her thighs. Her flat abs are pulled tight. Her nipples are still hard, and her broken neck is long and thin. I brush her blonde curls away from her face and study her expression for a long time. I can only describe it as........gratitude.

I am the hangman. I am good at my work, and I love my job. But on a day like this, I love it even more.