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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Garrote\par
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    The post
 was waiting. Waiting quietly for her. Just rough wood with a rude seat. And chains
, and rings to anchor the chains to. And a metal collar with the wheel spun screw
 to pull it tight around her neck. Tight enough to squeeze the life from her. Waiting
. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    She was
 seated on the board that stuck out from the side of the post, back to the post. 
The wood was warm against her bare skin. Even the steel chains that secured her 
wrists to the sides of the seat were warm. A soft clank from behind her head. It
 had begun. In minutes she would be dead. She had seen the device behind her head
. A steel plate mounted to slide on two rods, moved by the turning of a screw, moved
 by a hand on the wheel at the end of it. Moved only one way because of a ratchet
 dog on the screw. The clank was the dog engaging the teeth. Then the collar was
 placed over her throat. Just a glimpse of it was all she got but enough to see 
the rod welded to the inside of it. The rod that would crush her windpipe as the
\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 collar tightened
 around her neck. Hands fussing with getting things ready. Then it started for real
. Each movement of the wheel was felt and heard. Felt as the collar slowly tightened
 against her skin. Heard, click, click, click, click. Each click counted another
 second of her life. A last breath before it was impossible to breathe anymore. 
Then all rational thought fled.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    Those 
watching saw a teenager naked on the scaffold. Large breasts and full hips. Nice
 legs leading to an inviting place between them. He pretty face was contorted by
 the pain and the panic as she started to die. Click, click, click. Fingernails 
dug into the palms as she clenched her hands. Her feet slid and slipped on the bare
 wood floor. The legs both kicked up and out or pushed her ass up away from the 
seat. Fighting and gasping, beasts bouncing, her efforts only causing her pain. 
Click, click, click. Blood leaking from her mouth, a bitten tongue or lip perhaps
. More running down her neck as the edge cut her skin while she thrashed. Still 
click, click, click. Her efforts now rewarded by only a high pitched whistle. Not
 enough air to live on. Click, click, click. One last desperate effort lifted her
 ass almost as high as her head. Her spread legs allowing a clear look into her 
virgin organ. Click, click, click. A sudden collapse left her moving just enough
 to prove she still lived. Those close enough could see the neck bulging on either
 side of the collar. Click, click, click. Her hands fall open as her arms go limp
. The legs stretch out in front of her as they too fall limp. The large breasts 
now just quiver. Click, click, click. A splash as the contents of her bladder are
 released. The puddle forms under her body. A final spasm shakes her flesh and then
 she is still. Click,----click,--------click, ----------click. It is over now except
 for the wait. She is dead but the heart still beats. It slows over the next ten
 or fifteen minutes before the pulse ceases to try to push blood past the collar
 to her brain. Still she will be left in the garrote\u8217\'92s embrace for another
 hour before she will be freed. Freed so another could listen as she dies. Click
, click, click.}}