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53: World War II: Tales of Female Executions in WWII
As Alyssia became more familiar & comfortable with the WWII material, based on what she had learned from her research, she began to fully apply her imagination to the subject & add colour to the somewhat dry material she had been producing
Her first effort she called “A Young Partisan Hanged by the Gestapo.
A Young Partisan Hanged by the Gestapo
Sophia had spent another miserable night in the prison. The Gestapo officers Weberknecht & Schulz entered the cell “The time to pay for your crimes Sophia has come” said Weberknecht. “Yesterday I spoke to Heydrich himself & asked what we should do with you. I had suggested turning you into the Volksgerichtshof which would mean a short trial & decapitation by the guillotine in Pancras Prison. He said literally – hang her slowly – do it in your own prison. Make sure there is a cameraman present to record it & have the film sent to me in Berlin immediately. Well Sophia this is the end of the line literally speaking & by the way when I described you Heydrich insisted that you wear a tight top & short flared skirt when you hang”
And so the poor trembling girl was brought to the gallows wearing a tight fitting blouse & a short flared black skirt with her hands tied behind her back. She was made to stand on a stool & noosed. Schulz read the death sentence & Weberknecht kicked away the stool. Sophia started to kick & struggle her pumping thighs lifted her skirt revealing her white underwear. Her face contorted in agony & she emitted horrible choking sounds. Everything was being captured on film while the two Gestapo officers looked on in deep appreciation. After five minutes Sophia’ movements gradually subsided & ceased. She hung dead her body gently swaying on the rope. Weberknecht turned to Schulz “Well that was the best one yet – Heydrich will be delighted when he sees this film”
As she wrote she began to feel herself becoming aroused. These feelings intensified as she crafted her next tale “Lida Klava & Lena
Lida, Klava & Lena
Lida watched the soldiers around her & cast a glance in the direction of her friends Klava & Lena, who quietly looked on at the soldiers preparing the gallows on which the three girls were sentenced to hang for partisan activities. Lida bit her lip as a thick log was positioned about three metres above the ground resting on two trees. The soldiers took lengths of rope from the small truck & made nooses & tied them to the log at regular intervals. I am only eighteen, she thought, wondering why she wasn’t more afraid. Maybe because hanging didn’t sound as painful as being shot?
Her friends Klara & Lena however were very scared of what awaits hem though they are trying not to show it. The girls had been arrested on their way home from college & they were still wearing their college uniforms of white blouses, navy blue knee length pleated skirts & white socks. All three were very pretty with lovely smooth skin & clear complexions.
Lida was the tallest, with short black hair & pale blue eyes, Klava was a brunette with big brown eyes & Lena, who was the smallest, was a green eyed blonde.
The SS officer in charge of the executions was young blond & arrogant. His assistant an SS soldier carried a camera with him & snapped several pictures of the girls. He offered them a wicked smile before pointing at the gallows & miming hanging by the neck on an imaginary rope with his tongue extended & eyes crossed. At this Klava & Lena started to tremble & whimper as their fear grew.
The soldiers tested the ropes with their own weight, until finally they jumped to the ground & informed the officer that everything was ready. The officer looked at the three girls & ordered the soldiers to prepare them for the nooses. Three empty barrels were placed under the ropes & each girl was forced to climb up on them. Three soldiers tied their hands behind their backs & placed the nooses around their necks. Lida felt the knot tighten the coarse rope against her skin, despite herself she began to tremble in anticipation of imminent death.
The officer took out a piece of paper & read a short death sentence before pointing at Lena, who screamed, “Please no!”, just as the soldier standing behind her kicked the barrel away. She dropped about one meter, gasping noises escaped from her throat before she began to kick. Lida had never heard noises like that. Lena spun round on the rope, her face turned red, spittle dripped from her mouth.
Soldiers took out their cameras & snapped pictures of the dying girl. Lida looked at Klava who was watching Lena’s agony with horrified dread. As Lena kicked her skirt rose up & down affording the watching soldiers brief glimpses of her white panties which they endeavoured to try & record with their cameras. Lida hoped that when her turn came she would be able to control her kicking legs to some degree to preserve at least a shred of her dignity. Lena gave one final convulsion & hung still, her tongue protruded from her dark red face & her dead bulging eyes looked down at the soldiers.
By this time Klava was sobbing uncontrollably & pleading for mercy. She was shown none, the officer pointed at her, the stool is removed & Klava started her dance. Unlike Lena whose suffering had taken just two minutes due to her slender build Klava’s agony continued for a good seven minutes. She kicked her feet so hard & so high that her shoes flew off leaving her feet in their white socks thrashing the air.
Her skirt rode up her thighs & the soldiers had no difficulty in taking pictures of Klava’s repeatedly exposed pink panties however it was obvious to Lida that Klava was past caring about such things. The soldiers laughed as they watched Klava’s futile struggle for life. The dying girl shuddered several times before her head dropped to her shoulder, her neck was stretched so much that Lida can see her bulging veins & arteries. Klava’s brown eyes remained wide open & staring when she finally stopped moving.
Now it is Lida’s turn. As the officer points at her she tries to prepare herself but she is by now as terrified as her friends had been. Watching the executions of her friends had disabused her of the idea that hanging was less painful than shooting however she does manage to stop herself from pleading for mercy, just. As the barrel disappears from under her Lida feels the rope suddenly bite into her soft neck with deadly force. In a vain attempt to preserve her modesty she manages to remain hanging straight for nearly thirty seconds, before the pain becomes unbearable & she beginsn to struggle & kick in a one sided battle against the throttling noose.
Like Klava her panties, white in her case, are soon being regularly displayed to the appreciative watching soldiers as her pumping thighs lift her blue uniform skirt up again & again. However by this stage, like Klava before her, Lida is past caring. She lasts longer than the other two girls because she is bigger with stronger neck muscles & she had made the mistake of filling her lungs with air just before the barrel was kicked out from under her feet. The inevitable conclusion comes after ten minutes of excruciating agony & Lida swings limply alongside the bodies of her two friends, Lena & Klava. Her facial expression speaks volumes for the suffering she had endured at the end of the rope.
By the time she had finished Lida, Klava & Lena the crotch of Alyssia’s panties under her skirt was pretty moist & her nipples were erect. For her third story she moved away from the Partisan victims of the Nazis to those who had perpetrated these types of atrocities & wrote The Bitch of Paris
The Bitch of Paris
Ingrid Von Strubhoff the feared bitch of Paris had the type of green eyes that reminded you of the deep bottomless lakes of Bavaria & her full red lips had a pouty quality. Typically she wore a heavily starched brown shirt however it looked little like a uniform on her well-formed body. The shirt had been tailored to fit close to her flat belly & to hug her very ample breasts. It’s starch made the cotton fabric rigid enough that it rubbed on her nipples making them hard against the fabric. Ingrid obviously preferred not to wear a bra & the delineation of her nipples attracted attention.
A swastika armband was around her left bicep. Ingrid’s brown shirt was adorned by several medals some of which had been pinned on by the Fuhrer himself. The shirt tucked into a brown skirt. Contrary to the style of the times her skirt’s hem was at least 12 inches above her knees. It held tightly round her shapely thighs & rose up when she sat. Her legs were long & firm & smooth & their appearance was enhanced by her above her knee length black boots & tan nylon stockings. Rumour had that enemy pilots & agents who have been captured actually enjoyed sitting across the room from her while she interrogated them. Ingrid knew the effect she had on her prisoners however she only used it to get the results she wanted.
Ingrid was captured when the allies occupied Paris while trying to escape. She was held in prison until after the war had ended & tried for war crimes. She was sentenced to death by hanging. Ingrid had requested that she be allowed to die in her Nazi uniform & somewhat surprisingly the authorities had agreed to her request. While her execution will be held in private the occupying powers intend to use the pictures of her dead body on the gallows as a powerful symbol of the fate of all Nazis such as her.
Ingrid’s hands are tied behind her back in the death cell & she is led to the scaffold. The hangman stations Ingrid over the trap door & places the noose over her head pulling her long blonde hair from out from under the rope. The hangman pulls a lever & her luscious body drops through the hole.
Just as ordered the drop is too short to break her neck & as the rope tightens & burns an impression on her tender flesh her legs begin to thrash about & her breasts bounce as she twists on the rope. The noose tightens more, her tongue sticks slightly out of her mouth & some spit rolls down her chin. Her lips & cheeks turn a bluish colour & her eyes bulge as she gasps for air. The executioners watch Ingrid’s dance for fifteen minutes enjoying the many upskirt views they are afforded until her legs twitch for the last time & her limp body turns on the rope as if pushed by a small breeze. The photographers are then allowed to take their pictures of the dangling dead “Bitch of Paris”
Once she had completed the story of the execution of Ingrid Von Strubhoff. Alysssia was very turned on. She got up from her computer & went & lay down on the couch. She slipped her skirt up over her thighs & put her hand inside in her panties. As she began to gently move her fingers inside her pussy she imagined Sophia, Lida, Klava, Lena & Ingrid Von Strubhoff’s terror as they stood on the gallows with ropes around their necks & then visualised them dancing in the air as they slowly strangled to death.
After five minutes she came delightfully, gasping & moaning due to the intensity of her climax. She lay there for half an hour resting. Before returning to the computer she went on put on a black skirt, knee length black boots & a white blouse which were the clothes she had that most resembled those of a female SS officer. She then penned her next tale which was also on the theme of the punishment of female Nazi war criminals. She called it The Valkyres
The Valkyres
The evidence that finally convicted the twelve young SS women who had been members of the Valkyre division was the film of them hanging four partisan girls which they had been unwise enough to keep because they found it so sexually stimulating
It clearly showed several of the accused wearing their SS uniforms of black jackets, skirts & boots, forcing the young girls to climb the scaffold’s stairs & leading them towards the nooses dangling from the crossbar cheered on by their similarly attired compatriots.
The prisoners appeared to be school students, certainly no older than 16 or 17 years of age. They were wearing their uniforms of knee length flared black skirts, white socks & white blouses & their hands were tied behind their back. The sight & proximity of the nooses obviously terrified them. The Valkyres were gathered to watch & enjoy the death of these “Bolshevik whores”. Some of the SS women raised the girls onto stools & stood back to allow the rest of their comrades to take their own photographs.
One of the SS women then came forward & one after the other kicked the stool away from under the Russian girls’ feet. As the ropes bit mercilessly into their necks the four partisans swung & slowly turned round on the ropes & then they started to kick, their skirts being lifted by the movement of their legs giving the delighted spectators tantalising glimpses of their panties. It was a good 10 minutes before all four of the young partisans dangled dead on the gallows having slowly strangled to death in obvious agony. The SS women roared marking the end of the execution
Stalin himself declared that an example must be made of these Nazi bitches. The General Secretary also told his minions that he wanted them hanged by two female executioners. The twelve condemned young women were transported to Kiev where they had hanged the young female partisans. In the main city square a large gallows was erected with twelve separate trap doors at the front of the platform.
Olga & Vera the two female soldiers who had volunteered for the jobs of hangwomen & been selected from dozens of applicants were besides themselves with excitement on the morning of the executions. They had spent the night before licking & rubbing each other’s pussies raw in anticipation of today’s event.
At 9 am they were driven to the main square which was packed with spectators. They were wearing new dark green dress uniforms specially made for them for the occasion & look very smart in the well-tailored jackets, knee length skirts & shiny black boots. Shortly after they alighted from the official army staff car & walked over to the large scaffold which dominated the square two police vans pulled up & the condemned Valkyres were led out from the back of them. Each of them, as had been required to enable them to join the SS Valkyres, was a picture of blonde Aryan beauty. To drive home the point that this was the deserved fate of all Nazis, male & female, the young German women were all dressed in black SS uniforms
As had been the four young partisans they had executed two years previously in the same city the twelve former SS women were terrified & they sobbed & whimpered as the soldiers guarding them forced them up the steps to the gallows platform which was ten feet above the ground. Each prisoner was placed over a trap door & the soldiers cuffed their hands behind their backs.
Olga & Vera worked their way down the line of trembling terrified young German women & placed the nooses round the prisoners’ necks. Without exception they all balked & tried to back away rotating their heads wildly vainly trying to prevent the ropes from being tightened around their throats. The inexperienced hangwomen had been instructed by an executioner from Moscow’s Lubianka prison to ensure that the knots were sited at the front of the prisoners’ necks & that the doomed young women only drop about a foot to ensure that they slowly strangled to death
Now all is ready. Olga & Vera go to the first SS woman who is to hang. She is a gorgeous blonde whose deep blue eyes are filled with tears. Her womanly curves fill her black uniform superbly. The hangwomen lick their lips, their panties moist beneath their green uniform skirts. Olga checks the rope around the prisoner’s neck, steps back & nods to Vera who presses the lever which releases the trap. The SS girl drops the prescribed foot & groans as the rope becomes taut. The trap is loud when it opens & the other eleven waiting their turn to hang whimper & sob in terror, two of them fall to their knees.
The hangwomen methodically work their way down the line dropping the prisoners through the traps at one minute intervals. Each time an SS girl falls the crowd roars until all of the traps have been released. Blonde heads bob around, chests & breasts heave lungs futilely searching for air, booted feet dance freely & flailing legs push the prisoners’ black uniform skirts up high enough to give the appreciative crowd views of the dying women’s underwear. Terrified eyes stare wide or are tightly closed with jaws clenching against the bite of the rope
Olga & Vera are so excited & stimulated that they are almost overwhelmed by the incredibly intense orgasms that they just manage to hold off for now. They pace the line of quivering wobbling ropes greedily drinking in the sights & sounds of the hanging SS girls. Some of the struggles are really violent others just twitch & shiver as they strangle, drool runs down chins past extended tongues, guttural choking & wheezing noises come from all of the dying young women. Twenty minutes after the first SS girl fell through the trap all is finally quiet. The ropes twist slowly showing twelve pairs of bloodshot eyes bulging from darkened faces & fat lolling tongues resting on chins dripping with saliva above unnaturally long stretched slender necks
The senior officer in charge of the executions congratulated Olga & Vera & asked how they were. The two young women exchanged glances & replied saying that they were a bit overwhelmed & would like to rest for a while. The officer nodded & arranged for the staff car to return & take them back to their hotel room. Once back inside the room the girls locked the door & threw themselves at each other, desperately pushing up each other’s skirts, pulling down their panties & ramming their fingers into each other’s pussies. They both climaxed very quickly & very intensely. They then spent the next three hours making passionate love which resulted in them each having two further orgasms.
Attached 4 Pictures. Does adding pictures enhance the Tales?
As Alyssia became more familiar & comfortable with the WWII material, based on what she had learned from her research, she began to fully apply her imagination to the subject & add colour to the somewhat dry material she had been producing
Her first effort she called “A Young Partisan Hanged by the Gestapo.
A Young Partisan Hanged by the Gestapo
Sophia had spent another miserable night in the prison. The Gestapo officers Weberknecht & Schulz entered the cell “The time to pay for your crimes Sophia has come” said Weberknecht. “Yesterday I spoke to Heydrich himself & asked what we should do with you. I had suggested turning you into the Volksgerichtshof which would mean a short trial & decapitation by the guillotine in Pancras Prison. He said literally – hang her slowly – do it in your own prison. Make sure there is a cameraman present to record it & have the film sent to me in Berlin immediately. Well Sophia this is the end of the line literally speaking & by the way when I described you Heydrich insisted that you wear a tight top & short flared skirt when you hang”
And so the poor trembling girl was brought to the gallows wearing a tight fitting blouse & a short flared black skirt with her hands tied behind her back. She was made to stand on a stool & noosed. Schulz read the death sentence & Weberknecht kicked away the stool. Sophia started to kick & struggle her pumping thighs lifted her skirt revealing her white underwear. Her face contorted in agony & she emitted horrible choking sounds. Everything was being captured on film while the two Gestapo officers looked on in deep appreciation. After five minutes Sophia’ movements gradually subsided & ceased. She hung dead her body gently swaying on the rope. Weberknecht turned to Schulz “Well that was the best one yet – Heydrich will be delighted when he sees this film”
As she wrote she began to feel herself becoming aroused. These feelings intensified as she crafted her next tale “Lida Klava & Lena
Lida, Klava & Lena
Lida watched the soldiers around her & cast a glance in the direction of her friends Klava & Lena, who quietly looked on at the soldiers preparing the gallows on which the three girls were sentenced to hang for partisan activities. Lida bit her lip as a thick log was positioned about three metres above the ground resting on two trees. The soldiers took lengths of rope from the small truck & made nooses & tied them to the log at regular intervals. I am only eighteen, she thought, wondering why she wasn’t more afraid. Maybe because hanging didn’t sound as painful as being shot?
Her friends Klara & Lena however were very scared of what awaits hem though they are trying not to show it. The girls had been arrested on their way home from college & they were still wearing their college uniforms of white blouses, navy blue knee length pleated skirts & white socks. All three were very pretty with lovely smooth skin & clear complexions.
Lida was the tallest, with short black hair & pale blue eyes, Klava was a brunette with big brown eyes & Lena, who was the smallest, was a green eyed blonde.
The SS officer in charge of the executions was young blond & arrogant. His assistant an SS soldier carried a camera with him & snapped several pictures of the girls. He offered them a wicked smile before pointing at the gallows & miming hanging by the neck on an imaginary rope with his tongue extended & eyes crossed. At this Klava & Lena started to tremble & whimper as their fear grew.
The soldiers tested the ropes with their own weight, until finally they jumped to the ground & informed the officer that everything was ready. The officer looked at the three girls & ordered the soldiers to prepare them for the nooses. Three empty barrels were placed under the ropes & each girl was forced to climb up on them. Three soldiers tied their hands behind their backs & placed the nooses around their necks. Lida felt the knot tighten the coarse rope against her skin, despite herself she began to tremble in anticipation of imminent death.
The officer took out a piece of paper & read a short death sentence before pointing at Lena, who screamed, “Please no!”, just as the soldier standing behind her kicked the barrel away. She dropped about one meter, gasping noises escaped from her throat before she began to kick. Lida had never heard noises like that. Lena spun round on the rope, her face turned red, spittle dripped from her mouth.
Soldiers took out their cameras & snapped pictures of the dying girl. Lida looked at Klava who was watching Lena’s agony with horrified dread. As Lena kicked her skirt rose up & down affording the watching soldiers brief glimpses of her white panties which they endeavoured to try & record with their cameras. Lida hoped that when her turn came she would be able to control her kicking legs to some degree to preserve at least a shred of her dignity. Lena gave one final convulsion & hung still, her tongue protruded from her dark red face & her dead bulging eyes looked down at the soldiers.
By this time Klava was sobbing uncontrollably & pleading for mercy. She was shown none, the officer pointed at her, the stool is removed & Klava started her dance. Unlike Lena whose suffering had taken just two minutes due to her slender build Klava’s agony continued for a good seven minutes. She kicked her feet so hard & so high that her shoes flew off leaving her feet in their white socks thrashing the air.
Her skirt rode up her thighs & the soldiers had no difficulty in taking pictures of Klava’s repeatedly exposed pink panties however it was obvious to Lida that Klava was past caring about such things. The soldiers laughed as they watched Klava’s futile struggle for life. The dying girl shuddered several times before her head dropped to her shoulder, her neck was stretched so much that Lida can see her bulging veins & arteries. Klava’s brown eyes remained wide open & staring when she finally stopped moving.
Now it is Lida’s turn. As the officer points at her she tries to prepare herself but she is by now as terrified as her friends had been. Watching the executions of her friends had disabused her of the idea that hanging was less painful than shooting however she does manage to stop herself from pleading for mercy, just. As the barrel disappears from under her Lida feels the rope suddenly bite into her soft neck with deadly force. In a vain attempt to preserve her modesty she manages to remain hanging straight for nearly thirty seconds, before the pain becomes unbearable & she beginsn to struggle & kick in a one sided battle against the throttling noose.
Like Klava her panties, white in her case, are soon being regularly displayed to the appreciative watching soldiers as her pumping thighs lift her blue uniform skirt up again & again. However by this stage, like Klava before her, Lida is past caring. She lasts longer than the other two girls because she is bigger with stronger neck muscles & she had made the mistake of filling her lungs with air just before the barrel was kicked out from under her feet. The inevitable conclusion comes after ten minutes of excruciating agony & Lida swings limply alongside the bodies of her two friends, Lena & Klava. Her facial expression speaks volumes for the suffering she had endured at the end of the rope.
By the time she had finished Lida, Klava & Lena the crotch of Alyssia’s panties under her skirt was pretty moist & her nipples were erect. For her third story she moved away from the Partisan victims of the Nazis to those who had perpetrated these types of atrocities & wrote The Bitch of Paris
The Bitch of Paris
Ingrid Von Strubhoff the feared bitch of Paris had the type of green eyes that reminded you of the deep bottomless lakes of Bavaria & her full red lips had a pouty quality. Typically she wore a heavily starched brown shirt however it looked little like a uniform on her well-formed body. The shirt had been tailored to fit close to her flat belly & to hug her very ample breasts. It’s starch made the cotton fabric rigid enough that it rubbed on her nipples making them hard against the fabric. Ingrid obviously preferred not to wear a bra & the delineation of her nipples attracted attention.
A swastika armband was around her left bicep. Ingrid’s brown shirt was adorned by several medals some of which had been pinned on by the Fuhrer himself. The shirt tucked into a brown skirt. Contrary to the style of the times her skirt’s hem was at least 12 inches above her knees. It held tightly round her shapely thighs & rose up when she sat. Her legs were long & firm & smooth & their appearance was enhanced by her above her knee length black boots & tan nylon stockings. Rumour had that enemy pilots & agents who have been captured actually enjoyed sitting across the room from her while she interrogated them. Ingrid knew the effect she had on her prisoners however she only used it to get the results she wanted.
Ingrid was captured when the allies occupied Paris while trying to escape. She was held in prison until after the war had ended & tried for war crimes. She was sentenced to death by hanging. Ingrid had requested that she be allowed to die in her Nazi uniform & somewhat surprisingly the authorities had agreed to her request. While her execution will be held in private the occupying powers intend to use the pictures of her dead body on the gallows as a powerful symbol of the fate of all Nazis such as her.
Ingrid’s hands are tied behind her back in the death cell & she is led to the scaffold. The hangman stations Ingrid over the trap door & places the noose over her head pulling her long blonde hair from out from under the rope. The hangman pulls a lever & her luscious body drops through the hole.
Just as ordered the drop is too short to break her neck & as the rope tightens & burns an impression on her tender flesh her legs begin to thrash about & her breasts bounce as she twists on the rope. The noose tightens more, her tongue sticks slightly out of her mouth & some spit rolls down her chin. Her lips & cheeks turn a bluish colour & her eyes bulge as she gasps for air. The executioners watch Ingrid’s dance for fifteen minutes enjoying the many upskirt views they are afforded until her legs twitch for the last time & her limp body turns on the rope as if pushed by a small breeze. The photographers are then allowed to take their pictures of the dangling dead “Bitch of Paris”
Once she had completed the story of the execution of Ingrid Von Strubhoff. Alysssia was very turned on. She got up from her computer & went & lay down on the couch. She slipped her skirt up over her thighs & put her hand inside in her panties. As she began to gently move her fingers inside her pussy she imagined Sophia, Lida, Klava, Lena & Ingrid Von Strubhoff’s terror as they stood on the gallows with ropes around their necks & then visualised them dancing in the air as they slowly strangled to death.
After five minutes she came delightfully, gasping & moaning due to the intensity of her climax. She lay there for half an hour resting. Before returning to the computer she went on put on a black skirt, knee length black boots & a white blouse which were the clothes she had that most resembled those of a female SS officer. She then penned her next tale which was also on the theme of the punishment of female Nazi war criminals. She called it The Valkyres
The Valkyres
The evidence that finally convicted the twelve young SS women who had been members of the Valkyre division was the film of them hanging four partisan girls which they had been unwise enough to keep because they found it so sexually stimulating
It clearly showed several of the accused wearing their SS uniforms of black jackets, skirts & boots, forcing the young girls to climb the scaffold’s stairs & leading them towards the nooses dangling from the crossbar cheered on by their similarly attired compatriots.
The prisoners appeared to be school students, certainly no older than 16 or 17 years of age. They were wearing their uniforms of knee length flared black skirts, white socks & white blouses & their hands were tied behind their back. The sight & proximity of the nooses obviously terrified them. The Valkyres were gathered to watch & enjoy the death of these “Bolshevik whores”. Some of the SS women raised the girls onto stools & stood back to allow the rest of their comrades to take their own photographs.
One of the SS women then came forward & one after the other kicked the stool away from under the Russian girls’ feet. As the ropes bit mercilessly into their necks the four partisans swung & slowly turned round on the ropes & then they started to kick, their skirts being lifted by the movement of their legs giving the delighted spectators tantalising glimpses of their panties. It was a good 10 minutes before all four of the young partisans dangled dead on the gallows having slowly strangled to death in obvious agony. The SS women roared marking the end of the execution
Stalin himself declared that an example must be made of these Nazi bitches. The General Secretary also told his minions that he wanted them hanged by two female executioners. The twelve condemned young women were transported to Kiev where they had hanged the young female partisans. In the main city square a large gallows was erected with twelve separate trap doors at the front of the platform.
Olga & Vera the two female soldiers who had volunteered for the jobs of hangwomen & been selected from dozens of applicants were besides themselves with excitement on the morning of the executions. They had spent the night before licking & rubbing each other’s pussies raw in anticipation of today’s event.
At 9 am they were driven to the main square which was packed with spectators. They were wearing new dark green dress uniforms specially made for them for the occasion & look very smart in the well-tailored jackets, knee length skirts & shiny black boots. Shortly after they alighted from the official army staff car & walked over to the large scaffold which dominated the square two police vans pulled up & the condemned Valkyres were led out from the back of them. Each of them, as had been required to enable them to join the SS Valkyres, was a picture of blonde Aryan beauty. To drive home the point that this was the deserved fate of all Nazis, male & female, the young German women were all dressed in black SS uniforms
As had been the four young partisans they had executed two years previously in the same city the twelve former SS women were terrified & they sobbed & whimpered as the soldiers guarding them forced them up the steps to the gallows platform which was ten feet above the ground. Each prisoner was placed over a trap door & the soldiers cuffed their hands behind their backs.
Olga & Vera worked their way down the line of trembling terrified young German women & placed the nooses round the prisoners’ necks. Without exception they all balked & tried to back away rotating their heads wildly vainly trying to prevent the ropes from being tightened around their throats. The inexperienced hangwomen had been instructed by an executioner from Moscow’s Lubianka prison to ensure that the knots were sited at the front of the prisoners’ necks & that the doomed young women only drop about a foot to ensure that they slowly strangled to death
Now all is ready. Olga & Vera go to the first SS woman who is to hang. She is a gorgeous blonde whose deep blue eyes are filled with tears. Her womanly curves fill her black uniform superbly. The hangwomen lick their lips, their panties moist beneath their green uniform skirts. Olga checks the rope around the prisoner’s neck, steps back & nods to Vera who presses the lever which releases the trap. The SS girl drops the prescribed foot & groans as the rope becomes taut. The trap is loud when it opens & the other eleven waiting their turn to hang whimper & sob in terror, two of them fall to their knees.
The hangwomen methodically work their way down the line dropping the prisoners through the traps at one minute intervals. Each time an SS girl falls the crowd roars until all of the traps have been released. Blonde heads bob around, chests & breasts heave lungs futilely searching for air, booted feet dance freely & flailing legs push the prisoners’ black uniform skirts up high enough to give the appreciative crowd views of the dying women’s underwear. Terrified eyes stare wide or are tightly closed with jaws clenching against the bite of the rope
Olga & Vera are so excited & stimulated that they are almost overwhelmed by the incredibly intense orgasms that they just manage to hold off for now. They pace the line of quivering wobbling ropes greedily drinking in the sights & sounds of the hanging SS girls. Some of the struggles are really violent others just twitch & shiver as they strangle, drool runs down chins past extended tongues, guttural choking & wheezing noises come from all of the dying young women. Twenty minutes after the first SS girl fell through the trap all is finally quiet. The ropes twist slowly showing twelve pairs of bloodshot eyes bulging from darkened faces & fat lolling tongues resting on chins dripping with saliva above unnaturally long stretched slender necks
The senior officer in charge of the executions congratulated Olga & Vera & asked how they were. The two young women exchanged glances & replied saying that they were a bit overwhelmed & would like to rest for a while. The officer nodded & arranged for the staff car to return & take them back to their hotel room. Once back inside the room the girls locked the door & threw themselves at each other, desperately pushing up each other’s skirts, pulling down their panties & ramming their fingers into each other’s pussies. They both climaxed very quickly & very intensely. They then spent the next three hours making passionate love which resulted in them each having two further orgasms.
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Meant to say many thanks to Archie 871 for giving me the idea of adding pictures
Is she not interested in the French women who were guillotined in 1943?
"By this time Klava was sobbing uncontrollably & pleading for mercy. She was shown none, the officer pointed at her, the stool is removed & Klava started her dance." please bear in mind coherence and cohesion. Don't forget to wrap it up, we'd love to know about Alyssia's emotions and how her writing influences her daily life.
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