Execution Tales Chapters 7 & 8
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07: London: Marie Manning
Six weeks later Mr & Mrs Edwards arrive in the capital of the British Empire. On arrival they are delighted to learn of the trial of Frederick & Marie Manning for the murder of their lodger. The day after their arrival, which was a Wednesday the front page of the London Times proclaimed, “Mannings’ Appeals rejected. Executions set for Friday”. Jane & Josiah, after ascertaining where the hangings will take place, immediately leave their hotel, hail a horse drawn carriage & instruct the driver to take them to the square just outside Newgate Prison. As soon as they arrive they hurry into a large hotel, The Winter Terrace, which takes up most of one side of the square & book a first floor room for Thursday & Friday. The lobby of the hotel is busy with those of a like mind & they congratulate themselves on acting with such despatch.
For the rest of Wednesday & up to Thursday evening they tried to content themselves by taking in the sights, Buckingham Palace, the Houses of Parliament & the Tower of London etc, however the only think that genuinely piqued their interest was the site of Anne Boylen’s beheading on Tower Green inside the walls of the Tower of London
When they arrived at the Winter Terrace hotel at about 6 pm on the Thursday the construction of the gallows was well underway. As they booked in they were delighted to be presented with two complementary pairs of opera glasses. That night as they lay in bed listening to the sounds of wood being hammered together as the work men put the finishing touches to the scaffold Jane turned to Josiah & asked, “How do you think the Mannings are feeling Josiah?”. Her husband replied. “I would have thought that they must be absolutely terrified contemplating what awaits them tomorrow”. Imagining the fear of the condemned prisoners acts as a powerful stimulant & within five minutes Mr Edwards is fucking his wife so hard the bed board head bangs rhythmically against the wall, provoking protesting knocks from the rooms next door. The neighbours needn’t have worried as Jane & Josiah come so quickly the banging soon stops to be replaced by moans of deep satisfaction.
It is 8.50 am on the Friday morning. When the executioner, Calcraft, enters Marie Manning’s cell she nearly faints & it is necessary to give her some brandy. Once she has recovered Calcraft goes to her & pinions her arms to her sides, one rope goes round her waist & a second one sits tight just under her bosom. This has the effect of making her firm shapely breasts push out further, straining against her black satin dress. She is the led out into the prison yard, where her husband waits for her
It is now 9 am & the jail procession, to the tolling of the Newgate bell, emerges from a small door in the prison wall. Thousands of spectators strain their eyes feasting on the first appearance of the Mannings. Fred comes first supported by two jailers accompanied by the Chaplain, who reads the usual church service. Fred is wearing a black suit & his shirt collar has been loosened for the convenience of Mr Calcraft. His legs seem to fail him & the warders have to assist him as he walks towards the scaffold. Marie, dressed in her handsome black satin gown, follows him with firm strides
In the room in the Winter Terrace Jane & Josiah lick their lips & regard Mrs Manning through the opera glasses. Marie Manning is 31 years old. While she isn’t beautiful in the way that Scarlett Fawcett-Majors had been she is undoubtedly attractive. Her black hair is pulled back in a bun, the only evidence of her fear is the nervous expression in her wide brown eyes & the white pallor of her face. She is beautifully dressed, every part of her womanly figure is finely & fully expressed by the close fitting black satin, the spotless white collar round her neck is loose enough to allow the rope to be fitted there without its removal.
Marie mounts the scaffold, unaided by the escorting warders, unlike her husband, & takes her place, trembling, under the gallows beam. The hangman places white hoods over the prisoners’ heads followed by the nooses. An instant later Calcraft withdraws the bolt & the trap of the scaffold falls. The quivering prisoners drop about six feet
To enable them to fully appreciate all of the fine details of the execution, on this occasion Jane & Josiah have resolved not to touch other until the condemned woman is dead. They are managing to hold to this, but not without some difficulty
Fred dies quite quickly, his struggles lasting less than a minute. Poor Marie is not so fortunate. The skirt of her black satin gown is raised up by her furiously kicking legs showing off the silk stockings encasing her shapely legs. The fingers of her hands clench tightly into fists, her hooded head is pushed back & up by the rope & she seems to look at the heavens for salvation from her torment as her body shudders & shakes. The acuteness of her suffering is very apparent to the crowd who have been totally silent since Calcraft released the trapdoor. After six minutes it is over & Marie Manning’s elaborately corseted & artfully dressed body slowly swings from side to side next to that of her husband
Jane & Josiah’s excitement is at a new level, even for them. The combination of watching Marie’s agonies as she slowly strangled to death on the gallows & their decision to wait until the hanging was over before satisfying their desperate lust has made them almost mad with desire for each other. Josiah grabs his wife & throws her on the bed, they throw off each others clothes & then proceed to have, what they both agree later, was the best sex of their lives.
Back at their own hotel the next day at breakfast. Jane says to Josiah, “It is your turn my dear to select where we travel to next. London was my choice & I think you will agree it proved to be wonderful decision. Her husband replies, “Yes my darling it certainly was”, he pauses, “I would like to see Arabia, by all accounts there are lots of exotic spectacles for the discerning traveller to enjoy”. Jane smiles, “Then Arabia it shall be Josiah”.
08: Arabia
A month has passed & Mr & Mrs Edwards are now in Damascus. While the city is part of the Ottoman Empire, the ruling Turks largely let the Arabs deal with day to day issues, including those of crime & punishment. The Edwards have given the concierge at their hotel a large tip to keep them informed about what is going on locally & shortly after their arrival he calls Jane & Josiah across & gives them some excellent news.
The next day Jane & Josiah make their way to a small square in the east of Damascus. Jane is dressed in a full white Burkah which covers her head & face up to above her nose to conceal the fact that she is from the west. Only Arab women are allowed to attend executions, no such restrictions apply to men. When they arrive a crowd is beginning to gather & there is a hubbub of excited conversation in the air. Mr & Mrs Edwards manage to push themselves to the front of the waiting spectators. In front of them is a small stand above which a rope is draped over a cross post. Jane stands in front of her husband pressing her bottom against his groin.
The crowd falls silent as the condemned girl, her wrists manacled, is led into the square. Her name is Herat & she is only 16 years of age. She has been sentenced to death for the murder of her much older husband who she had claimed routinely raped & beat her. The young girl wails in terror when she sees the small gallows & starts to struggle pleading for mercy. Her pleas are ignored & she is forced up onto the small stand & positioned under the post. The noose is then looped around her thin neck. Her slender body & small breasts shake with fright beneath her black chador
Jane can feel her husband’s erection pressing against her squirming buttocks. Josiah puts his arms round his wife’s waist & pulls her tightly to him.
Herat is slowly hoisted up into the air, as her feet leave the ground she starts to struggle. She gyrates wildly, body convulsing, legs flailing, eyes bulging from a reddening face above a gaping mouth gasping for air from which her tongue is beginning to extend. The young girl takes a full ten agonising minutes to slowly strangle to death. Finally her body shudders for the last time & she is still.
Jane breathes slowly & heavily, struggling to delay her rapidly approaching orgasm. She only just manages to succeed. Josiah’s underpants are damp with the sperm that is dripping from the tip of his hard throbbing cock. They make their way through the spectators & hurriedly return to the hotel desperate to satisfy the irresistible desire burning in their bodies. Once they are in their room they can’t even wait to remove their clothes, Josiah pushes Jane against the wall lifts her Burkah above her waist, rips off her underwear, pulls down his trousers & underpants & rams his erect cock deep inside his wife’s soaking wet pussy. They both come almost at once. Mr & Mrs Edwards then spend the rest of the afternoon alternating between discussing the hanging they have just witnessed & frenziedly fucking.
Two days later Jane & Josiah are given further exciting news by the trusty concierge. Three foreign girls who are members of the local Emir’s harem are to be executed for seeking solace in each other’s arms, rather than devoting themselves fully to the business of satisfying their master. Despite the concerted efforts of the British, French & Spanish Consuls to mitigate the sentences on their citizens all they could achieve was that the condemned young women would be executed by the methods used in their native countries.
Jane & Josiah go to the British Consul & get his approval to attend the executions on the basis of their professions & also that seeing at least two friendly white faces in the crowd might bring a small degree of comfort to the condemned girls. He issues them with official passes.
The next day they present themselves at the Emir’s palace &, after having their documents checked, are ushered into the palace & led to the courtyard in the middle of the large white building & shown to their seats in the roped off dignitaries section. The three European Consuls nod in greeting, their faces grim. Mr & Mrs Edwards return the gesture while trying to look suitably sad & solemn. Once the roped off seats are full members of the public are admitted on a strict first come first served basis. The locals walk in silently awed by the fact that they are actually inside the palace. Once the allowed number are inside the gate is closed. The last to enter is the Emir himself, accompanied by the first of his three wives. They take their seats on a separate dais
Mr & Mrs Edwards sit down trying to keep their faces as serious as they can to conceal their growing excited anticipation. Before them stands a scaffold with twin upright poles & a short stake protruding up from it. The scaffold platform is only about three feet above the ground. Next to the scaffold is a gallows with a noose dangling from it
The three condemned girls Francoise, Selena & Melinda, are led out into the palace yard, their hands tied behind in front of them. None of them are over the age of 21 & they are very beautiful, as are all members of the Emir’s harem. They are each dressed in the style required of all members of the harem. Below brief gold lace tops, which barely conceal the globes of their firm young breasts & bare midriffs, the hems of their translucent, tantalisingly almost transparent, white chiffon skirts skim their knees.
When they see the waiting scaffold, with the hooded executioner & his two assistants standing on it, & the gallows, they shriek in terror & start to struggle with the soldiers holding their arms. Remorselessly they are dragged up the two steps to the scaffold platform. Selena & Melinda are bound to the two upright poles while Francoise is forced to kneel upright her wrists tied to the short stake
Jane & Josiah look on fascinated, this is the first time they will have seen a beheading & they know that this is to be the French girl’s fate
The executioner nods to his assistant who goes to Francoise & takes hold of her raven black hair which is braided into a pony tail. He gently pulls the girl’s head upwards by her hair until her neck is slightly stretched. Her eyes are wide with terror & she whimpers pleas for mercy. The second assistant hands the executioner his sword, the razor sharp blade glistening & gleaming in the sun. He goes & stands in front of the kneeling shivering French girl & picking his spot carefully he places the edge of the blade against the front of her trembling slim throat.
The crowd fall silent, & a drum begins to beat. The executioner pulls the sword slowly backwards & forwards twice rehearsing the death stroke. Francoise appears to be struck dumb with terror. The drum begins to beat faster & faster as the executioner draws back his blade for the third time. The crowd gasps as the blade decapitates the French girl with one clean stroke. Melinda screams & Selena looks away from the severed head held up by the hair for the crowd to see as blood pours from the neck of the collapsing trunk
Mr & Mrs Edwards squirm in their seats, thoroughly turned on by this novel experience
The executioners’ assistants remove the remains of poor Francoise & throw buckets of water onto the boards of the scaffold platform to clean away the blood. They then leave the scaffold & return with a stout wooden chair which they place in the centre of the platform. Selena is untied from the pole & secured to the chair with leather straps at the wrists & around the waist.. A final leather thong is fitted around the Spanish girl’s neck & the post jutting out from the top of the chair. The executioner pushes a metal rod between the leather strap around Selena’s neck & the back of the post.
All is now ready & the crowd falls silent as the drum starts to beat again, the tempo quickly increasing until it abruptly stops. Selena’s screams for mercy are silenced as the leather thong bites deeply into the soft young flesh of her throat. She struggles violently, breasts bouncing, kicking legs giving the spectators a good view of her naked shaved pussy as her pumping thighs lift her skirt. Finally she slumps back in the chair, the once beautiful face a grotesque distorted parody of what it had been
Jane & Josiah breathe deeply & clench their fists as they endeavour to delay the onset of their orgasms
Melinda is removed from her stake & led over to the waiting gallows. The English girl is obviously terrified but is trying not to show it. Her hands are tied behind her & she closes her eyes as the necklace of hemp is lowered over her blonde, almost white, hair & tightened firmly around her neck. The trap opens & Melinda falls no more than a foot. Her dance on the rope continue for several minutes before the hem of her skirt finally falls back to her knees to conceal her shaved pussy. A second once lovely face displays the agony of death by slow strangulation
The American couple come hard, but silently. They are now very practiced in concealing their climaxes from others when in public places
Six weeks later Mr & Mrs Edwards arrive in the capital of the British Empire. On arrival they are delighted to learn of the trial of Frederick & Marie Manning for the murder of their lodger. The day after their arrival, which was a Wednesday the front page of the London Times proclaimed, “Mannings’ Appeals rejected. Executions set for Friday”. Jane & Josiah, after ascertaining where the hangings will take place, immediately leave their hotel, hail a horse drawn carriage & instruct the driver to take them to the square just outside Newgate Prison. As soon as they arrive they hurry into a large hotel, The Winter Terrace, which takes up most of one side of the square & book a first floor room for Thursday & Friday. The lobby of the hotel is busy with those of a like mind & they congratulate themselves on acting with such despatch.
For the rest of Wednesday & up to Thursday evening they tried to content themselves by taking in the sights, Buckingham Palace, the Houses of Parliament & the Tower of London etc, however the only think that genuinely piqued their interest was the site of Anne Boylen’s beheading on Tower Green inside the walls of the Tower of London
When they arrived at the Winter Terrace hotel at about 6 pm on the Thursday the construction of the gallows was well underway. As they booked in they were delighted to be presented with two complementary pairs of opera glasses. That night as they lay in bed listening to the sounds of wood being hammered together as the work men put the finishing touches to the scaffold Jane turned to Josiah & asked, “How do you think the Mannings are feeling Josiah?”. Her husband replied. “I would have thought that they must be absolutely terrified contemplating what awaits them tomorrow”. Imagining the fear of the condemned prisoners acts as a powerful stimulant & within five minutes Mr Edwards is fucking his wife so hard the bed board head bangs rhythmically against the wall, provoking protesting knocks from the rooms next door. The neighbours needn’t have worried as Jane & Josiah come so quickly the banging soon stops to be replaced by moans of deep satisfaction.
It is 8.50 am on the Friday morning. When the executioner, Calcraft, enters Marie Manning’s cell she nearly faints & it is necessary to give her some brandy. Once she has recovered Calcraft goes to her & pinions her arms to her sides, one rope goes round her waist & a second one sits tight just under her bosom. This has the effect of making her firm shapely breasts push out further, straining against her black satin dress. She is the led out into the prison yard, where her husband waits for her
It is now 9 am & the jail procession, to the tolling of the Newgate bell, emerges from a small door in the prison wall. Thousands of spectators strain their eyes feasting on the first appearance of the Mannings. Fred comes first supported by two jailers accompanied by the Chaplain, who reads the usual church service. Fred is wearing a black suit & his shirt collar has been loosened for the convenience of Mr Calcraft. His legs seem to fail him & the warders have to assist him as he walks towards the scaffold. Marie, dressed in her handsome black satin gown, follows him with firm strides
In the room in the Winter Terrace Jane & Josiah lick their lips & regard Mrs Manning through the opera glasses. Marie Manning is 31 years old. While she isn’t beautiful in the way that Scarlett Fawcett-Majors had been she is undoubtedly attractive. Her black hair is pulled back in a bun, the only evidence of her fear is the nervous expression in her wide brown eyes & the white pallor of her face. She is beautifully dressed, every part of her womanly figure is finely & fully expressed by the close fitting black satin, the spotless white collar round her neck is loose enough to allow the rope to be fitted there without its removal.
Marie mounts the scaffold, unaided by the escorting warders, unlike her husband, & takes her place, trembling, under the gallows beam. The hangman places white hoods over the prisoners’ heads followed by the nooses. An instant later Calcraft withdraws the bolt & the trap of the scaffold falls. The quivering prisoners drop about six feet
To enable them to fully appreciate all of the fine details of the execution, on this occasion Jane & Josiah have resolved not to touch other until the condemned woman is dead. They are managing to hold to this, but not without some difficulty
Fred dies quite quickly, his struggles lasting less than a minute. Poor Marie is not so fortunate. The skirt of her black satin gown is raised up by her furiously kicking legs showing off the silk stockings encasing her shapely legs. The fingers of her hands clench tightly into fists, her hooded head is pushed back & up by the rope & she seems to look at the heavens for salvation from her torment as her body shudders & shakes. The acuteness of her suffering is very apparent to the crowd who have been totally silent since Calcraft released the trapdoor. After six minutes it is over & Marie Manning’s elaborately corseted & artfully dressed body slowly swings from side to side next to that of her husband
Jane & Josiah’s excitement is at a new level, even for them. The combination of watching Marie’s agonies as she slowly strangled to death on the gallows & their decision to wait until the hanging was over before satisfying their desperate lust has made them almost mad with desire for each other. Josiah grabs his wife & throws her on the bed, they throw off each others clothes & then proceed to have, what they both agree later, was the best sex of their lives.
Back at their own hotel the next day at breakfast. Jane says to Josiah, “It is your turn my dear to select where we travel to next. London was my choice & I think you will agree it proved to be wonderful decision. Her husband replies, “Yes my darling it certainly was”, he pauses, “I would like to see Arabia, by all accounts there are lots of exotic spectacles for the discerning traveller to enjoy”. Jane smiles, “Then Arabia it shall be Josiah”.
08: Arabia
A month has passed & Mr & Mrs Edwards are now in Damascus. While the city is part of the Ottoman Empire, the ruling Turks largely let the Arabs deal with day to day issues, including those of crime & punishment. The Edwards have given the concierge at their hotel a large tip to keep them informed about what is going on locally & shortly after their arrival he calls Jane & Josiah across & gives them some excellent news.
The next day Jane & Josiah make their way to a small square in the east of Damascus. Jane is dressed in a full white Burkah which covers her head & face up to above her nose to conceal the fact that she is from the west. Only Arab women are allowed to attend executions, no such restrictions apply to men. When they arrive a crowd is beginning to gather & there is a hubbub of excited conversation in the air. Mr & Mrs Edwards manage to push themselves to the front of the waiting spectators. In front of them is a small stand above which a rope is draped over a cross post. Jane stands in front of her husband pressing her bottom against his groin.
The crowd falls silent as the condemned girl, her wrists manacled, is led into the square. Her name is Herat & she is only 16 years of age. She has been sentenced to death for the murder of her much older husband who she had claimed routinely raped & beat her. The young girl wails in terror when she sees the small gallows & starts to struggle pleading for mercy. Her pleas are ignored & she is forced up onto the small stand & positioned under the post. The noose is then looped around her thin neck. Her slender body & small breasts shake with fright beneath her black chador
Jane can feel her husband’s erection pressing against her squirming buttocks. Josiah puts his arms round his wife’s waist & pulls her tightly to him.
Herat is slowly hoisted up into the air, as her feet leave the ground she starts to struggle. She gyrates wildly, body convulsing, legs flailing, eyes bulging from a reddening face above a gaping mouth gasping for air from which her tongue is beginning to extend. The young girl takes a full ten agonising minutes to slowly strangle to death. Finally her body shudders for the last time & she is still.
Jane breathes slowly & heavily, struggling to delay her rapidly approaching orgasm. She only just manages to succeed. Josiah’s underpants are damp with the sperm that is dripping from the tip of his hard throbbing cock. They make their way through the spectators & hurriedly return to the hotel desperate to satisfy the irresistible desire burning in their bodies. Once they are in their room they can’t even wait to remove their clothes, Josiah pushes Jane against the wall lifts her Burkah above her waist, rips off her underwear, pulls down his trousers & underpants & rams his erect cock deep inside his wife’s soaking wet pussy. They both come almost at once. Mr & Mrs Edwards then spend the rest of the afternoon alternating between discussing the hanging they have just witnessed & frenziedly fucking.
Two days later Jane & Josiah are given further exciting news by the trusty concierge. Three foreign girls who are members of the local Emir’s harem are to be executed for seeking solace in each other’s arms, rather than devoting themselves fully to the business of satisfying their master. Despite the concerted efforts of the British, French & Spanish Consuls to mitigate the sentences on their citizens all they could achieve was that the condemned young women would be executed by the methods used in their native countries.
Jane & Josiah go to the British Consul & get his approval to attend the executions on the basis of their professions & also that seeing at least two friendly white faces in the crowd might bring a small degree of comfort to the condemned girls. He issues them with official passes.
The next day they present themselves at the Emir’s palace &, after having their documents checked, are ushered into the palace & led to the courtyard in the middle of the large white building & shown to their seats in the roped off dignitaries section. The three European Consuls nod in greeting, their faces grim. Mr & Mrs Edwards return the gesture while trying to look suitably sad & solemn. Once the roped off seats are full members of the public are admitted on a strict first come first served basis. The locals walk in silently awed by the fact that they are actually inside the palace. Once the allowed number are inside the gate is closed. The last to enter is the Emir himself, accompanied by the first of his three wives. They take their seats on a separate dais
Mr & Mrs Edwards sit down trying to keep their faces as serious as they can to conceal their growing excited anticipation. Before them stands a scaffold with twin upright poles & a short stake protruding up from it. The scaffold platform is only about three feet above the ground. Next to the scaffold is a gallows with a noose dangling from it
The three condemned girls Francoise, Selena & Melinda, are led out into the palace yard, their hands tied behind in front of them. None of them are over the age of 21 & they are very beautiful, as are all members of the Emir’s harem. They are each dressed in the style required of all members of the harem. Below brief gold lace tops, which barely conceal the globes of their firm young breasts & bare midriffs, the hems of their translucent, tantalisingly almost transparent, white chiffon skirts skim their knees.
When they see the waiting scaffold, with the hooded executioner & his two assistants standing on it, & the gallows, they shriek in terror & start to struggle with the soldiers holding their arms. Remorselessly they are dragged up the two steps to the scaffold platform. Selena & Melinda are bound to the two upright poles while Francoise is forced to kneel upright her wrists tied to the short stake
Jane & Josiah look on fascinated, this is the first time they will have seen a beheading & they know that this is to be the French girl’s fate
The executioner nods to his assistant who goes to Francoise & takes hold of her raven black hair which is braided into a pony tail. He gently pulls the girl’s head upwards by her hair until her neck is slightly stretched. Her eyes are wide with terror & she whimpers pleas for mercy. The second assistant hands the executioner his sword, the razor sharp blade glistening & gleaming in the sun. He goes & stands in front of the kneeling shivering French girl & picking his spot carefully he places the edge of the blade against the front of her trembling slim throat.
The crowd fall silent, & a drum begins to beat. The executioner pulls the sword slowly backwards & forwards twice rehearsing the death stroke. Francoise appears to be struck dumb with terror. The drum begins to beat faster & faster as the executioner draws back his blade for the third time. The crowd gasps as the blade decapitates the French girl with one clean stroke. Melinda screams & Selena looks away from the severed head held up by the hair for the crowd to see as blood pours from the neck of the collapsing trunk
Mr & Mrs Edwards squirm in their seats, thoroughly turned on by this novel experience
The executioners’ assistants remove the remains of poor Francoise & throw buckets of water onto the boards of the scaffold platform to clean away the blood. They then leave the scaffold & return with a stout wooden chair which they place in the centre of the platform. Selena is untied from the pole & secured to the chair with leather straps at the wrists & around the waist.. A final leather thong is fitted around the Spanish girl’s neck & the post jutting out from the top of the chair. The executioner pushes a metal rod between the leather strap around Selena’s neck & the back of the post.
All is now ready & the crowd falls silent as the drum starts to beat again, the tempo quickly increasing until it abruptly stops. Selena’s screams for mercy are silenced as the leather thong bites deeply into the soft young flesh of her throat. She struggles violently, breasts bouncing, kicking legs giving the spectators a good view of her naked shaved pussy as her pumping thighs lift her skirt. Finally she slumps back in the chair, the once beautiful face a grotesque distorted parody of what it had been
Jane & Josiah breathe deeply & clench their fists as they endeavour to delay the onset of their orgasms
Melinda is removed from her stake & led over to the waiting gallows. The English girl is obviously terrified but is trying not to show it. Her hands are tied behind her & she closes her eyes as the necklace of hemp is lowered over her blonde, almost white, hair & tightened firmly around her neck. The trap opens & Melinda falls no more than a foot. Her dance on the rope continue for several minutes before the hem of her skirt finally falls back to her knees to conceal her shaved pussy. A second once lovely face displays the agony of death by slow strangulation
The American couple come hard, but silently. They are now very practiced in concealing their climaxes from others when in public places
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