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40: Back To Business
However stories, no matter how enjoyable, were still only a pale imitation of the real thing & they impatiently counted down the days to the first “Graduation” from the College & they were delighted when it finally arrived
The first girl to graduate was called Caroline Slater. She was a very pretty petite blonde. The other eleven girls, Cheryl, April & Beth all gathered in the College dining room to say goodbye to her. All of the girls, including the three killers were dressed in their very smart uniforms, of black jackets & small black hats, white blouses, black & yellow tartan skirts & black leather shoes. While Cheryl, April & Beth wore black stockings the students were bare legged apart from white socks
Caroline was excited, apprehensive & sad all at the same time as she contemplated the closure of a chapter in her young life & the beginning of another. There were hugs & tears as she took her leave. Reminding the remaining girls to behave Cheryl April & Beth escorted Caroline to the carriage outside. They told her that before they took her to her new job & showed her where her new lodgings were they had a little surprise for her back at the house in honour of their first ever graduate
When they arrived at the house & went into the living room April excused herself & went into the kitchen returning with a small table cloth soaked in chloroform. She stepped up behind Caroline & thrust the cloth over nose & mouth. The young girl passed out at once
The three killers were besides themselves with anticipation & excitement as they carried the comatose girl down to the cellar & tied her to a chair. April & Beth pulled three other chairs forwards to just in front of the one Caroline was slumped in while Cheryl used smelling salts to revive the doomed girl
As she slowly awoke Caroline mumbled through her coughing, “Where am I?”. Cheryl went & sat between her two partners in crime & waited until the girl was fully awake before she said, “Well Caroline you are in the basement of our house & in half an hour or so we are going to hang you by your lovely little neck until you are dead”.
The expression on Caroline’s face changed rapidly from incomprehension to understanding quickly followed by fear as she saw the rope dangling from the wooden roof beam behind the three grinning killers. She screamed in terror & wailed sobbing “But why?”. April answered, “Because that is what we love doing. If it is any consolation over the next few weeks each of your fellow students will dance to death on our gallows”.
Caroline cried, “You are sick monsters! You are as bad as that horrible Edwards woman I read about in the newspapers last year”.
Cheryl chuckled & said, “We like to think of ourselves as inheritors of a noble tradition. Now try to content yourself my dear & reconcile yourself to your fate”
The three murderesses pressed their thighs together under their tartan skirts as the Geisha balls enhanced their growing arousal as they watched & waited for Caroline’s fear to increase to fever pitch. Finally thirty minutes later by which time their prisoner was shrieking & sobbing in absolute terror the girls got up & released the gibbering girl from her seat & dragged her over to the noose. Cheryl tied Caroline’s hands behind her & slipped the noose over her head pulling it tight round her neck. As she was doing this April & Beth went to the latest addition to the cellar furniture namely a winch which the other end of the rope was wound round. Cheryl stepped back looking at the terrified young girl standing there shivering with the noose around her neck. She then pulls up one of the chairs & sat down, lifted her plaid skirt up above her waist & began to massage herself through the crotch of her white panties. She said in a voice hoarse with lust “Hoist her up ladies”.
With that April & Beth began to slowly turn the large wooden winch handle. Caroline’s screams quietened to a choking squeak as the rope tightened & raised her onto the tips of her toes. As her feet left the floor her toes stretched downward seeking a footing that is no longer within reach. Her bound arms twisted & pulled, her chest heaved, her firm pert breasts quivered under her tight white blouse. She tried to inhale with little success as she gurgled & gasped. Her entire body began to violently shiver, every muscle shuddered as she rose further into the air.
When her feet were six feet above the ground April & Beth stopped turning the winch handle, pulled down the brake onto the rope which ensures it won’t unravel & went & sat down next to the now gently moaning Cheryl. Soon their skirts are also above their waists their hands slowly rubbing away at their pussies inside their panties
Caroline twists from side to side frantically rotating & jerking. Her lovely young body convulses before the killers in helpless anguish. Her legs kick frenziedly her firm young thighs pump up & down raising her black & yellow tartan skirt up high enough to expose the tight white panties beneath. Her short blonde curls frame a face contorted in agony, her blood shot eyes protruded from a now crimson red face, drool drips from her extended tongue. The dying girl begins her final struggle. Her legs begin to lower bit by bit, sometimes jerking up again as her muscles summon the last vestiges of her strength. Finally her legs sink down. She is now in the last convulsive agonies of death, her feet kick weakly, her breasts quiver as her chest heaves one last time & then her lungs too give up the futile unequal fight. Her feet give one last twitch, then the toes sink downwards as her body relaxes, its desperate struggle for life ended
Cheryl, April & Beth groaned in ecstasy as the most intense orgasms they had had in weeks swept through their bodies.
That weekend Caroline’s weighted body disappeared into Lake Michigan
41: Business Continues but Danger Appears
Over the next few weeks the pattern became a well-practised routine until every single one of the original students bodies were rotting away at the bottom of Lake Michigan. They were constantly replaced by new girls so that the student body always remained at twelve in total. When students asked how the “Graduates” were faring the stock answer was very well. However the agreement with the former students was that they would make no attempt to contact friends amongst the current study body until they too had graduated. At that point contact details for any Graduates the girls leaving the College would be given to them. The reason given was to avoid distracting the girls from their studies
One morning a reporter from the Chicago Tribune showed up & was shown into Cheryl’s office. Her name was Penny Smithson & she was an attractive 27 years old blonde. She was one of the first female journalists taken on by the paper with the intention of increasing its appeal to women readers
Penny sat down she said, “Thank you for seeing me Miss Barnes”. Cheryl smiled & replied “Please call me Cheryl”. Penny replied, “Okay Cheryl. The reason I’m here is that we would like to do a story telling our readers of the wonderful work you are doing here. Where you locate the girls, how you train them & where they end up after they leave”
April & Beth who were also at the meeting listened impassively but April could sense potential danger. She said “Miss Smithson have you heard of the New York Refuge which was run by Jane & Josiah Edwards. My name is April by the way & this is Beth. Do you mind if we call you Jenny?”
Jenny replied, “Not at all. Of course I’ve heard of the Refuge & the Edwards. Their crimes scandalised the entire country”
April continued, “Well Beth & I are two of the few surviving Refuge girls that Jane & Josiah Edwards didn’t manage to murder. When Cheryl asked us to help set up & run this College we were honoured & delighted as we saw it as an opportunity to honour our friends”.
Jenny sat back in her chair & said “Wow! That is amazing. This will make the front page !”.
Cheryl leaned forward, “The thing is Jenny we would much rather it didn’t. We have no problem showing you how we select girls & train them. However after they leave that is a different matter. Some of our students come from very difficult & troubled backgrounds that they want to leave behind. If you do a big spread on how former students are doing it might let for example a drunken & abusive father know where their daughters was & enable them to start pestering them”.
Jenny said thoughtfully, “ I hadn’t thought of that & it is a fair point. Suppose we make the interviews with your former students anonymous?”.
Cheryl shook her head, “Sorry Jenny the answer is no. For the sake of our girls we can’t take the risk”.
That set the boundaries for the Tribune & over the next two weeks Penny interviewed Cheryl, April, Beth & some of the current students. She asked April & Beth about their experiences in New York & how they had managed to put those horrors behind them.
Her editor Ross McEwan was very pleased with her article but he said, “Look Penny this is great positive stuff but to me it feels incomplete. We really need to talk to talk to former College students about how they are getting on”.
Penny sighed & said, “I totally agree boss. But I fully respect the College’s reasons for not enabling us to do that”.
The editor thought for a moment & said. “What I think you should do Penny is the next time a girl leaves the College you follow her & offer to interview her
anonymously”
Penny nodded & said “Will do”.
42: Penny Smithson
Penny knew from her interviews with the College girls when the next one was due to “Graduate”. Her name was Georgia Murphy. On the morning of her departure from the College in the carriage along with Cheryl, April & Beth the journalist followed in another carriage at a discreet distance. When the carriage containing the four young women turned into the driveway leading to Cheryl, April & Beth’s house Penny wasn’t too surprised. She knew that this was where the owners of the College stayed & presumed they had some kind of final farewell or present planned for Georgia on what was after all her 17th birthday. Penny parked her carriage about a hundred yards away from entrance to the house & settled down to wait
She was slightly puzzled when Cheryl, April & Beth came out of the house two hours later, with no sign of Georgia. She ducked down as the three young women’s carriage drove past her heading back into town. Penny then considered what to do. Presumably the College girl was still in the house for some reason. Her initial impulse was to go to the property & knock on the door, however she decided against it as it could be taken as an intrusion. She chose to cut her losses & set off back into Chicago. Back at the newspaper office she checked her records & saw that the next girl to leave would be “Graduating” in 10 day’s time
Penny was frustrated when exactly the same thing happened 10 days later & the three owners of the College left the house with no sign of the College girl. This time she did go up to the house but got no reply to her knocks on the door. She sighed & said to herself “Here’s hoping third time lucky”
Two weeks later the journalist found herself in an identical situation contemplating what to do. The difference this time was that April, always the one of the three most watchful for possible threats, had noticed the apparently empty carriage parked at the side of the road as the three killers headed back to town in satiated & in high spirits having thoroughly enjoyed despatching their latest victim, Nicky Jones, using a slightly different method of hanging . As always the body had been placed in a locked chest before they set off back to the College. April said looking back at the stationery carriage, “I’m sure that is the third time that carriage has been parked at the side of the road each of the last three times we have taken a College girl to the house. I don’t like it. Let’s go round the next corner pull over & watch to see if anyone returns to it”. Once they had parked their carriage the three young women went back to the street corner & watched & waited
As soon as Penny’s carriage moved off & turned into the driveway to their home the three young women ran back to their carriage, turned it round & also headed for the house. They pulled up behind the journalist’s vehicle just as she returned to it, dispirited by the lack of response to her knocking at the door.
Cheryl, April & Beth got out of the carriage smiling as they approached Penny. Cheryl said, “Penny, what are you doing here? Anyway you might as well come in if you have more questions for us”. Once inside the journalist owned up to what she had been trying to do. As she finished Cheryl, April & Beth glanced at each other & the older woman nodded imperceptibly. April excused herself & went to the kitchen saying she would put the kettle on.
Cheryl said, “Well Penny I must say I am a bit disappointed in you. After all we afforded you every co-operation & made our wishes clear. However I am sure that your motives were good so let’s put this behind us”.
Penny nodded & ever the trier said, “Now that I am here is there any chance of me seeing Nicky? I know she must still be in the house”.
Cheryl wagged her finger at the journalist & said, “Miss Smithson, you never give up do you”. She sighed & continued, “Yes I suppose we need to give in to the inevitable given your persistence. The only condition is that Nicky must agree to it”.
At that point April returned to the room with the chloroformed table cloth, approached Penny from behind & put the cloth over the bottom part of her face. The journalist struggled briefly & then passed out. Beth hurried outside & drove the journalist’s carriage to the back of the house while Cheryl & April carried Penny down to the cellar & bound her limp form to a chair.
Once Beth joined them Cheryl smiled & said. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s get Nicky’s body & put it back. We can then tell Penny how we killed her & that we are going to do the same to her”. The other two girls giggled & April said, “This is going to be fun”.
As the journalist came round spluttering from the effect of the smelling salts she saw Cheryl April & Beth sitting in front of her smiling in anticipation. Cheryl said, “Welcome back Penny. You said you wanted to see Nicky, well there she is”. She pointed at the newest piece of equipment in the cellar which was an eight foot tall wooden pole with a metal collar at the top. Hanging from the iron ring was Nicky Jones, her face was almost black & her features bore witness to the agonised nature of her death.
The killers had got the idea from the library book that described the execution of female “Coiners” in 18th Century London. They had felt the need for a bit of variation in their murders.
Penny gasped as she stared in horror at the dead girl. Cheryl continued, “I’m afraid Nicky won’t be able to talk to you Jenny because as you can see she is dead. The truth is none of our “Graduates” are able to give you an interview because they too are dead. You see we murdered them all”
The journalist as yet hadn’t got to the petrified stage as she was trying to process this new & truly dreadful information. She said, “Dear God! You are carrying on the work of the Edwards!”.
April nodded & said, “Indeed we are Jenny. As my friend Cheryl remarked quite recently we regard ourselves as the upholders of a noble tradition”
Fear began to grow in the journalist & she said her voice trembling, “What do intend to do with me?”
Beth replied, “Well Penny in about half an hour we are going to execute you in the same way we killed Nicky. What have you got to say to that?”
Initially the journalist blustered & threatened saying that her editor would never rest until he found out what had happened to her & that they would end up being hanged for murder. Then her tone changed & she began to sob & plead for mercy. To her disgust at that point the three murderesses lifted up their black & yellow tartan skirts & began to rub their groins through their panties.
Penny screamed, “You are all evil depraved bitches & you will finish your lives dancing on the gallows in Cook County Jail!”
Cheryl chuckled & said, “You may be right Penny but you certainly won’t be around to report on it”.
April & Beth got up & removed Nicky’s body from the strangling pole. They then went to the journalist untied her from the seat & dragged her screaming & struggling to the pole. Before they forced her up onto the stool sitting on the ground resting against the pole they removed Penny’s jacket leaving her wearing her white ruffled blouse & pale blue skirt.
They manacled her hands behind her with their newly acquired handcuffs. Cheryl in the meantime had climbed a step ladder placed behind the pole & once the journalist was standing shaking on the stool she closed the metal collar around her neck. As Penny felt the cold iron ring around her neck her eyes opened wide & she shrieked in terror.
The killers waited for a minute or so savouring the journalist’s terror & then Beth stepped forward & very slowly & deliberately removed the stool Penny was perched on
As had been the case with Nicky Jones the metal ring is not as an effective strangling tool as a roped noose. Much of its force is taken by Penny’s jaw instead of her throat. The journalist gives out a long rasping breath, & exhales with a drawn out gurgling sound. Another follows. They are far too slow to sustain her life, but enough to prolong it. Behind her back her cuffed hands swing back & forth, wrists twisting. Another slow breath follows & another. With each her back arches & her breasts thrust forward as her lungs try to pull in every last bit of air.
Her face shows that she is sliding from pain to agony, her mouth gapes open. Penny’s hands reach behind her as she tries to grasp the wooden pole, but her hands keep slipping. She gives up trying to grip the pole & presses her palms flat against both sides. She locks her ankles & calves around the post & with their aid lifts herself about an inch. For a brief moment she is able to breathe almost normally. It is a temporary respite. Her muscles can’t not hold for long in that position. Her legs tremble with the strain.
She holds on for another ten seconds as the shaking in her legs increases. There is a scraping sound as her feet slip down the pole. She is fighting a losing battle. Her contorted flushed face is starting to turn purple.
Penny manages a few more breaths as her palms try desperately to maintain their hold on the pole but by now her arms are quivering violently. Finally she is forced to release the pole & her throat is again gripped by iron.
Her final death struggle begins. Her feet kick back & forth drumming against the pole. Her rasping breathing fades into a high pulsating squeak. Her face darkens & her breasts continued to heave, her back arches against the post, her body jerks & twists from side to side. The drumming of her heels & the squeaking of her voice increased in speed. Every fibre of her being is fighting desperately against the remorseless approach of inevitable death. After a few more minutes her struggles start to slow. Her face is by now almost black, her body seizes up & stretches to its full length, toes pointing at the ground, heels pressed against the wooden pole.
As Penny dies Cheryl, April & Beth all climax for a second time that day
However stories, no matter how enjoyable, were still only a pale imitation of the real thing & they impatiently counted down the days to the first “Graduation” from the College & they were delighted when it finally arrived
The first girl to graduate was called Caroline Slater. She was a very pretty petite blonde. The other eleven girls, Cheryl, April & Beth all gathered in the College dining room to say goodbye to her. All of the girls, including the three killers were dressed in their very smart uniforms, of black jackets & small black hats, white blouses, black & yellow tartan skirts & black leather shoes. While Cheryl, April & Beth wore black stockings the students were bare legged apart from white socks
Caroline was excited, apprehensive & sad all at the same time as she contemplated the closure of a chapter in her young life & the beginning of another. There were hugs & tears as she took her leave. Reminding the remaining girls to behave Cheryl April & Beth escorted Caroline to the carriage outside. They told her that before they took her to her new job & showed her where her new lodgings were they had a little surprise for her back at the house in honour of their first ever graduate
When they arrived at the house & went into the living room April excused herself & went into the kitchen returning with a small table cloth soaked in chloroform. She stepped up behind Caroline & thrust the cloth over nose & mouth. The young girl passed out at once
The three killers were besides themselves with anticipation & excitement as they carried the comatose girl down to the cellar & tied her to a chair. April & Beth pulled three other chairs forwards to just in front of the one Caroline was slumped in while Cheryl used smelling salts to revive the doomed girl
As she slowly awoke Caroline mumbled through her coughing, “Where am I?”. Cheryl went & sat between her two partners in crime & waited until the girl was fully awake before she said, “Well Caroline you are in the basement of our house & in half an hour or so we are going to hang you by your lovely little neck until you are dead”.
The expression on Caroline’s face changed rapidly from incomprehension to understanding quickly followed by fear as she saw the rope dangling from the wooden roof beam behind the three grinning killers. She screamed in terror & wailed sobbing “But why?”. April answered, “Because that is what we love doing. If it is any consolation over the next few weeks each of your fellow students will dance to death on our gallows”.
Caroline cried, “You are sick monsters! You are as bad as that horrible Edwards woman I read about in the newspapers last year”.
Cheryl chuckled & said, “We like to think of ourselves as inheritors of a noble tradition. Now try to content yourself my dear & reconcile yourself to your fate”
The three murderesses pressed their thighs together under their tartan skirts as the Geisha balls enhanced their growing arousal as they watched & waited for Caroline’s fear to increase to fever pitch. Finally thirty minutes later by which time their prisoner was shrieking & sobbing in absolute terror the girls got up & released the gibbering girl from her seat & dragged her over to the noose. Cheryl tied Caroline’s hands behind her & slipped the noose over her head pulling it tight round her neck. As she was doing this April & Beth went to the latest addition to the cellar furniture namely a winch which the other end of the rope was wound round. Cheryl stepped back looking at the terrified young girl standing there shivering with the noose around her neck. She then pulls up one of the chairs & sat down, lifted her plaid skirt up above her waist & began to massage herself through the crotch of her white panties. She said in a voice hoarse with lust “Hoist her up ladies”.
With that April & Beth began to slowly turn the large wooden winch handle. Caroline’s screams quietened to a choking squeak as the rope tightened & raised her onto the tips of her toes. As her feet left the floor her toes stretched downward seeking a footing that is no longer within reach. Her bound arms twisted & pulled, her chest heaved, her firm pert breasts quivered under her tight white blouse. She tried to inhale with little success as she gurgled & gasped. Her entire body began to violently shiver, every muscle shuddered as she rose further into the air.
When her feet were six feet above the ground April & Beth stopped turning the winch handle, pulled down the brake onto the rope which ensures it won’t unravel & went & sat down next to the now gently moaning Cheryl. Soon their skirts are also above their waists their hands slowly rubbing away at their pussies inside their panties
Caroline twists from side to side frantically rotating & jerking. Her lovely young body convulses before the killers in helpless anguish. Her legs kick frenziedly her firm young thighs pump up & down raising her black & yellow tartan skirt up high enough to expose the tight white panties beneath. Her short blonde curls frame a face contorted in agony, her blood shot eyes protruded from a now crimson red face, drool drips from her extended tongue. The dying girl begins her final struggle. Her legs begin to lower bit by bit, sometimes jerking up again as her muscles summon the last vestiges of her strength. Finally her legs sink down. She is now in the last convulsive agonies of death, her feet kick weakly, her breasts quiver as her chest heaves one last time & then her lungs too give up the futile unequal fight. Her feet give one last twitch, then the toes sink downwards as her body relaxes, its desperate struggle for life ended
Cheryl, April & Beth groaned in ecstasy as the most intense orgasms they had had in weeks swept through their bodies.
That weekend Caroline’s weighted body disappeared into Lake Michigan
41: Business Continues but Danger Appears
Over the next few weeks the pattern became a well-practised routine until every single one of the original students bodies were rotting away at the bottom of Lake Michigan. They were constantly replaced by new girls so that the student body always remained at twelve in total. When students asked how the “Graduates” were faring the stock answer was very well. However the agreement with the former students was that they would make no attempt to contact friends amongst the current study body until they too had graduated. At that point contact details for any Graduates the girls leaving the College would be given to them. The reason given was to avoid distracting the girls from their studies
One morning a reporter from the Chicago Tribune showed up & was shown into Cheryl’s office. Her name was Penny Smithson & she was an attractive 27 years old blonde. She was one of the first female journalists taken on by the paper with the intention of increasing its appeal to women readers
Penny sat down she said, “Thank you for seeing me Miss Barnes”. Cheryl smiled & replied “Please call me Cheryl”. Penny replied, “Okay Cheryl. The reason I’m here is that we would like to do a story telling our readers of the wonderful work you are doing here. Where you locate the girls, how you train them & where they end up after they leave”
April & Beth who were also at the meeting listened impassively but April could sense potential danger. She said “Miss Smithson have you heard of the New York Refuge which was run by Jane & Josiah Edwards. My name is April by the way & this is Beth. Do you mind if we call you Jenny?”
Jenny replied, “Not at all. Of course I’ve heard of the Refuge & the Edwards. Their crimes scandalised the entire country”
April continued, “Well Beth & I are two of the few surviving Refuge girls that Jane & Josiah Edwards didn’t manage to murder. When Cheryl asked us to help set up & run this College we were honoured & delighted as we saw it as an opportunity to honour our friends”.
Jenny sat back in her chair & said “Wow! That is amazing. This will make the front page !”.
Cheryl leaned forward, “The thing is Jenny we would much rather it didn’t. We have no problem showing you how we select girls & train them. However after they leave that is a different matter. Some of our students come from very difficult & troubled backgrounds that they want to leave behind. If you do a big spread on how former students are doing it might let for example a drunken & abusive father know where their daughters was & enable them to start pestering them”.
Jenny said thoughtfully, “ I hadn’t thought of that & it is a fair point. Suppose we make the interviews with your former students anonymous?”.
Cheryl shook her head, “Sorry Jenny the answer is no. For the sake of our girls we can’t take the risk”.
That set the boundaries for the Tribune & over the next two weeks Penny interviewed Cheryl, April, Beth & some of the current students. She asked April & Beth about their experiences in New York & how they had managed to put those horrors behind them.
Her editor Ross McEwan was very pleased with her article but he said, “Look Penny this is great positive stuff but to me it feels incomplete. We really need to talk to talk to former College students about how they are getting on”.
Penny sighed & said, “I totally agree boss. But I fully respect the College’s reasons for not enabling us to do that”.
The editor thought for a moment & said. “What I think you should do Penny is the next time a girl leaves the College you follow her & offer to interview her
anonymously”
Penny nodded & said “Will do”.
42: Penny Smithson
Penny knew from her interviews with the College girls when the next one was due to “Graduate”. Her name was Georgia Murphy. On the morning of her departure from the College in the carriage along with Cheryl, April & Beth the journalist followed in another carriage at a discreet distance. When the carriage containing the four young women turned into the driveway leading to Cheryl, April & Beth’s house Penny wasn’t too surprised. She knew that this was where the owners of the College stayed & presumed they had some kind of final farewell or present planned for Georgia on what was after all her 17th birthday. Penny parked her carriage about a hundred yards away from entrance to the house & settled down to wait
She was slightly puzzled when Cheryl, April & Beth came out of the house two hours later, with no sign of Georgia. She ducked down as the three young women’s carriage drove past her heading back into town. Penny then considered what to do. Presumably the College girl was still in the house for some reason. Her initial impulse was to go to the property & knock on the door, however she decided against it as it could be taken as an intrusion. She chose to cut her losses & set off back into Chicago. Back at the newspaper office she checked her records & saw that the next girl to leave would be “Graduating” in 10 day’s time
Penny was frustrated when exactly the same thing happened 10 days later & the three owners of the College left the house with no sign of the College girl. This time she did go up to the house but got no reply to her knocks on the door. She sighed & said to herself “Here’s hoping third time lucky”
Two weeks later the journalist found herself in an identical situation contemplating what to do. The difference this time was that April, always the one of the three most watchful for possible threats, had noticed the apparently empty carriage parked at the side of the road as the three killers headed back to town in satiated & in high spirits having thoroughly enjoyed despatching their latest victim, Nicky Jones, using a slightly different method of hanging . As always the body had been placed in a locked chest before they set off back to the College. April said looking back at the stationery carriage, “I’m sure that is the third time that carriage has been parked at the side of the road each of the last three times we have taken a College girl to the house. I don’t like it. Let’s go round the next corner pull over & watch to see if anyone returns to it”. Once they had parked their carriage the three young women went back to the street corner & watched & waited
As soon as Penny’s carriage moved off & turned into the driveway to their home the three young women ran back to their carriage, turned it round & also headed for the house. They pulled up behind the journalist’s vehicle just as she returned to it, dispirited by the lack of response to her knocking at the door.
Cheryl, April & Beth got out of the carriage smiling as they approached Penny. Cheryl said, “Penny, what are you doing here? Anyway you might as well come in if you have more questions for us”. Once inside the journalist owned up to what she had been trying to do. As she finished Cheryl, April & Beth glanced at each other & the older woman nodded imperceptibly. April excused herself & went to the kitchen saying she would put the kettle on.
Cheryl said, “Well Penny I must say I am a bit disappointed in you. After all we afforded you every co-operation & made our wishes clear. However I am sure that your motives were good so let’s put this behind us”.
Penny nodded & ever the trier said, “Now that I am here is there any chance of me seeing Nicky? I know she must still be in the house”.
Cheryl wagged her finger at the journalist & said, “Miss Smithson, you never give up do you”. She sighed & continued, “Yes I suppose we need to give in to the inevitable given your persistence. The only condition is that Nicky must agree to it”.
At that point April returned to the room with the chloroformed table cloth, approached Penny from behind & put the cloth over the bottom part of her face. The journalist struggled briefly & then passed out. Beth hurried outside & drove the journalist’s carriage to the back of the house while Cheryl & April carried Penny down to the cellar & bound her limp form to a chair.
Once Beth joined them Cheryl smiled & said. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s get Nicky’s body & put it back. We can then tell Penny how we killed her & that we are going to do the same to her”. The other two girls giggled & April said, “This is going to be fun”.
As the journalist came round spluttering from the effect of the smelling salts she saw Cheryl April & Beth sitting in front of her smiling in anticipation. Cheryl said, “Welcome back Penny. You said you wanted to see Nicky, well there she is”. She pointed at the newest piece of equipment in the cellar which was an eight foot tall wooden pole with a metal collar at the top. Hanging from the iron ring was Nicky Jones, her face was almost black & her features bore witness to the agonised nature of her death.
The killers had got the idea from the library book that described the execution of female “Coiners” in 18th Century London. They had felt the need for a bit of variation in their murders.
Penny gasped as she stared in horror at the dead girl. Cheryl continued, “I’m afraid Nicky won’t be able to talk to you Jenny because as you can see she is dead. The truth is none of our “Graduates” are able to give you an interview because they too are dead. You see we murdered them all”
The journalist as yet hadn’t got to the petrified stage as she was trying to process this new & truly dreadful information. She said, “Dear God! You are carrying on the work of the Edwards!”.
April nodded & said, “Indeed we are Jenny. As my friend Cheryl remarked quite recently we regard ourselves as the upholders of a noble tradition”
Fear began to grow in the journalist & she said her voice trembling, “What do intend to do with me?”
Beth replied, “Well Penny in about half an hour we are going to execute you in the same way we killed Nicky. What have you got to say to that?”
Initially the journalist blustered & threatened saying that her editor would never rest until he found out what had happened to her & that they would end up being hanged for murder. Then her tone changed & she began to sob & plead for mercy. To her disgust at that point the three murderesses lifted up their black & yellow tartan skirts & began to rub their groins through their panties.
Penny screamed, “You are all evil depraved bitches & you will finish your lives dancing on the gallows in Cook County Jail!”
Cheryl chuckled & said, “You may be right Penny but you certainly won’t be around to report on it”.
April & Beth got up & removed Nicky’s body from the strangling pole. They then went to the journalist untied her from the seat & dragged her screaming & struggling to the pole. Before they forced her up onto the stool sitting on the ground resting against the pole they removed Penny’s jacket leaving her wearing her white ruffled blouse & pale blue skirt.
They manacled her hands behind her with their newly acquired handcuffs. Cheryl in the meantime had climbed a step ladder placed behind the pole & once the journalist was standing shaking on the stool she closed the metal collar around her neck. As Penny felt the cold iron ring around her neck her eyes opened wide & she shrieked in terror.
The killers waited for a minute or so savouring the journalist’s terror & then Beth stepped forward & very slowly & deliberately removed the stool Penny was perched on
As had been the case with Nicky Jones the metal ring is not as an effective strangling tool as a roped noose. Much of its force is taken by Penny’s jaw instead of her throat. The journalist gives out a long rasping breath, & exhales with a drawn out gurgling sound. Another follows. They are far too slow to sustain her life, but enough to prolong it. Behind her back her cuffed hands swing back & forth, wrists twisting. Another slow breath follows & another. With each her back arches & her breasts thrust forward as her lungs try to pull in every last bit of air.
Her face shows that she is sliding from pain to agony, her mouth gapes open. Penny’s hands reach behind her as she tries to grasp the wooden pole, but her hands keep slipping. She gives up trying to grip the pole & presses her palms flat against both sides. She locks her ankles & calves around the post & with their aid lifts herself about an inch. For a brief moment she is able to breathe almost normally. It is a temporary respite. Her muscles can’t not hold for long in that position. Her legs tremble with the strain.
She holds on for another ten seconds as the shaking in her legs increases. There is a scraping sound as her feet slip down the pole. She is fighting a losing battle. Her contorted flushed face is starting to turn purple.
Penny manages a few more breaths as her palms try desperately to maintain their hold on the pole but by now her arms are quivering violently. Finally she is forced to release the pole & her throat is again gripped by iron.
Her final death struggle begins. Her feet kick back & forth drumming against the pole. Her rasping breathing fades into a high pulsating squeak. Her face darkens & her breasts continued to heave, her back arches against the post, her body jerks & twists from side to side. The drumming of her heels & the squeaking of her voice increased in speed. Every fibre of her being is fighting desperately against the remorseless approach of inevitable death. After a few more minutes her struggles start to slow. Her face is by now almost black, her body seizes up & stretches to its full length, toes pointing at the ground, heels pressed against the wooden pole.
As Penny dies Cheryl, April & Beth all climax for a second time that day
>You are all evil depraved bitches & you will finish your lives
>dancing on the gallows in Cook County Jail!
Yes. The only question is: one at a time, or all three together?
>dancing on the gallows in Cook County Jail!
Yes. The only question is: one at a time, or all three together?
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Good read again. a metal collar? these girls have become crazy. Jenny's way to go looks more like mafia stuff.
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