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“Toph Beifong, you have been charged with twenty-three counts of gambling fraud, three counts of highway robbery, eleven counts of destruction of property, four counts of assault, and one count of conspiracy to overthrow the government, and been found guilty on all counts. In accordance with the laws of the Colonies, you have been sentenced to hang by the neck until you are dead. The appointed witnesses will now hear your final words, and your sentence will be carried out as written. You may now give your final statement.”
Toph squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control her breathing, trying not to cry. When the Gaang had come through the colonies, she hadn’t thought much of her crimes, they were at war. When the war ended, she hadn’t thought much of it either, assuming the colonies would become part of the Fire Nation legally, or go back to the Earth Kingdom, or be ruled jointly, any one of which would have been fine because the leaders of the nations had issued blanket pardons for those who had fought the Fire Lord, and those Fire Nation loyalists who threw down their weapons and submitted to the new leadership and laws. Choosing to start the new age with forgiveness and reconciliation and a fresh start had made more sense than years of trials to determine which crimes were unacceptable in wartime. Unfortunately for Toph, the Colonies had declared independence, and they did NOT take kindly to those who had caused so much destruction during the war. She had traveled back there, she had been recognized from her crime spree, and now the luck of the Blind Bandit had run out.
It had been a year and half since the war ended, Toph was a teenager now, actually just a couple months from her fourteenth birthday. She had grown an inch or so, but she would probably have grown up pretty tiny. But other parts of her had started to develop. Her hips and butt were still childish, but a bit fuller than they had been. Her chest was no longer as flat as her toned abs, still very small, but coming in, pale, with dark nipples topping them. Her pussy had plumped up just a little, and Toph had recently discovered the pleasures of masturbation. She was overall still a completely adorable little girl, the same at first glance and in her travel outfit as she had been during the war, but on closer examination, she had finally begun to blossom. And now it would be cut short, made even worse because as a supposed ‘security precaution’ she had been stripped nude, and stood on full display to the witnesses.
Last words? Oh she hd some last words for them all right “If you kill me, my friends will hear about it, and they will come here and kill you. You got lucky catching me, but you WON’T get lucky with them.” The magistrate chuckled, they were in a wooden room, and her wrists were tied with rope so Toph couldn’t see him, but she imagined from his voice that he looked very much like the spymaster from Ba Sing Se, the one who had killed Jet. “Oh little hellion, you insult us. We did not get ‘lucky’ catching you. We are a changed society since your last visit. We have now developed the tools and techniques to capture and subdue ANY criminal, no matter their nation or abilities, who wanders into our domain. Even the Avatar could not overcome our new techniques. And if any of your accomplice friends come to avenge you….well, they are guilty of nearly as many crimes against us as you are, we’ll hang them right here in this same room. Drop her.” Those last words were no longer full of amusement, they were curt, and not directed at Toph. This only processed in her mind a moment before the trapdoor opened underneath her feet.
The little blind girl was shocked, horrified, TERRIFIED. She had held out a hope, even a small one, that they would not do it. That they would rather let her go than incur the risk of her famous friends. She had been wrong. During the war, Toph had never really had TIME to be afraid to die. When they were on the move, it had been a distant thought, a possibility, but one she rarely seriously considered. When she was fighting and in actual danger, adrenaline and arrogance had kept it from her mind. She had felt it on the last day of the war, when she thought she and Sokka were about to fall from the airship. Surviving that day had INCREASED her feeling of invulnerability. But now, with no way out, no realistic means of escape, with her goose well and truly cooked, she was feeling the fear any other tween with a rope around their throat, she just wanted her mommy.
The trapdoor opened, and Toph was momentarily weightless. But she only fell about a foot, they wanted her to strangle, not break her neck. She felt weightless, but only for a moment. The helpless child hit the end of that foot of rope, and as it slammed tight around her neck, she became ACUTELY aware of every single ounce of her weight, few as they were. Toph was a strong girl, even without her bending, she could choke out an opponent with her thighs and have very little chance of them being able to remove her. She could lift and carry any of the Gaang off of a battlefield, even Zuko with difficulty. But her neck…..her neck was the same as any other teeny tiny 13 year old girl would have. Soft and pale and delicate, and not remotely suited to holding her entire weight or be squeezed by a coarse rope.
The noose dug in, immediately leaving bruises that promised to be deep and angry, and the impact of the knot hitting the side of her head nearly knocked Toph out cold, although she was not so lucky. The squeezing was wildly painful enough, but that was something Toph could handle….on her arm or leg. She felt the cartilage crushing under that merciless embrace, and the tugging, the skin under the rope being pinched and stretched. It was a sickening sensation, Toph felt like she would have vomited…again, if her specific situation hadn’t prevented that. She strained her arms, but the ropes they tied her with were strong, and she couldn’t get much leverage. Her lungs had started to ache at this point. In her other assorted agonies, oxygen had been forgotten for a few moments, but she was being painfully reminded now. Desperate for air, Toph started dancing.
She started slowly, nothing impressive. Wiggling, rocking to and fro, then a few powerful swings, to no avail. Then she drew up her legs and kicked off, bunny hopping, with the results being a mixed bag. Her legs were powerful, and she was light, so she actually did get some lift. She was able to nearly fill her lungs, and that was nice. But then she fell that inch or so again, and when she hit the end, the knot sucker-punched her again, and her throat was under even more pressure than before. She started kicking her legs, almost like she was trying to walk. She didn’t get any air from it, but for whatever reason it seemed to relieve some of the blinding pressure, so she did that. But eventually the air became her biggest concern, so she jumped again.
On and on, the cycle repeated. Jump to get air, then waste the air kicking to reduce the pain, rinse and repeat. Toph was not quite 80 pounds, and she was in INCREDIBLE shape. Outside of her budding little titties and a bit in her firm rump, there really wasn’t an ounce of fat on her. She worked out daily, she fought pretty regularly, and her time traveling with her friends had been both physically taxing, and frequently light on food. She had also trained her body to maximize every breath during a fight and increased her endurance through running several miles daily. Basically what this all meant was that she couldn’t have been custom designed any better to deliver a long and energetic noose dance. Her brand new baby breasts wiggled a bit with each hop and kick, and her stretching legs offered many uninterrupted looks at her tight and tiny pink slit. The room was warm (they were right at the edge of the Fire Nation after all) and she was fighting harder than she ever had in her life. She had already been crying for most of the ordeal, but now her taut body was soaked in sweat. It rolled down her, dripping off her feet, her nose, her nipples.
On top of ALL of that, Toph had never felt more alone. Even on her worst days, even when she was ABSOLUTELY sure she was going to die before, she’d always at least had the ground. Toph had never actually seen anything in her life. When she was told Aang had a blue arrow on his head, she knew what an arrow was, but ‘blue’ was a complete mystery. And she had rarely been upset by this, because the ground gave her all the sight she needed. She was more aware of her surroundings than any of her friends. And by this point, her feet had not touched the ground in half and hour. That more than anything else left her feeling completely alone, it broke her heart and shattered her confidence.
Every minute it became harder and harder to carry on. Her limbs felt like lead, her strength was gone, and her lungs weren’t even on fire, she was past that, they were just full of some unique and miserable pain. She finally gave up, she couldn’t do it anymore. She stopped fighting and simply hung there, twitching sometimes, but her fight was over. She felt her bladder release down her legs, she was too exhausted to care. She had two final thoughts, that she had never gotten around to asking Zuko on a date or confessed that her love for him was not at all platonic (and consequently had never had sex). And a fervent prayer that her friends would stay away. No avenging her, no visit to this place, nothing that would lead to them being in this spot. With that last prayer, Toph felt herself slip into merciful oblivion, and the story of the Blind Bandit came to an end.
Despite her prayer, the Gaang DID come. When they heard that Toph had been taken, they rushed to her rescue. Zuko could not leave his duties as Fire Lord, and he could not interfere with another nation, not without starting a war, which he wouldn’t do, not under any circumstances, no matter how much his heart screamed for him to lead army down there and burn the colonies to the ground until Toph was safe, he couldn’t do that to his people. But Aang, Sokka, Katara and Suki all left as soon as they heard about the arrest. They mounted Appa…only to arrive the day after the hanging. Upon seeing the naked corpse of their friend displayed above the gate, the group had gone into vengeful attack mode. All except Aang and Appa, they had hesitated just for a moment….and the crossbows on the walls had fired a dozen huge bolts, killing them both. The rest were taken alive, and promptly hanged just the same as Toph had been. Aang had been posthumously hanged and all of their naked bodies set over the gate, as a message.


It was not all in vain, the other nations had blockaded the Colonies, Zuko had insisted that it would NOT be lifted, not under any circumstances. Nobody would trade with them, and the Colonies were not suited for food production. Every man, woman and child starved to death without a shot being fired, and THEN Zuko had his forces burn it all to the ground.