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55: Modern Day Tales of Female Executions
Having found her stride Alyssia began to write furiously. Her next project was a series of short stories based on things she had read about, saw on TV or found on the internet. For her first two tales she decided to try out a sparser more staccato style than that which she employed up till now when describing executions
Bridget Fordyce: The New Mary Ann Cotton
Determined to be seen to be taking action against rising crime levels the 1980’s right wing Tory Government had re-introduced capital punishment. They had also bowed to media pressure & decided that executions would be carried out in public. One of the first victims of this policy was destined to be 27 year old Bridget Forsyth who wad convicted of murdering four members of her family, including two adopted children for the insurance money.
The court gasped as they listened to details of the case finding it difficult to believe that such an attractive young woman had committed such terrible crimes. Bridget was undoubtedly a very attractive young woman with short black hair, large dark eyes. At her sentencing her slender figure was well displayed in a tight white blouse, short flared cream skirt & tan panty-hose. She sobbed quietly as she was condemned to death by hanging.
As the murders had happened in Newcastle the media christened Bridget the modern day Mary Ann Cotton after the female serial killer who had committed similar offences in the North East of England in the 19th Century
As she emerges from the prison Bridget looks up at the gallows.
The noose dangles down from the beam.
She becomes aware of the breeze on her bare neck & the fluttering of her skirt as the gentle wind tries to lift it.
She hears the warden say, “Bridget if you have any last words get ready to say them now.”
The condemned woman’s throat is dry, she is breathing quickly. She shakes her head”.
The execution party start up the gallows steps.
As Bridget mounts the scaffold she can feel her heart pounding in her chest. .
On the scaffold platform the guards place her on the trap, pull her arms behind her back & tie her wrists together.
Bridget closes her eyes as she feels the noose around her throat, the knot presses at the side of her neck as the rope is tightened.
The hangman pulls a white hood over the prisoner’s head.
This was happening so fast. Bridget feels her belly muscles quiver & her legs begin to tremble.
All she can see is the inside of the white hood in front of her eyes.
She can feel the soft wind swirling around her legs & tugging at the hem of her short skirt. For a moment she becomes concerned about preserving her modesty & then suddenly the floor is no longer under her feet.
Her stomach seems to hit her ribs as her toes desperately point downward futilely searching for a foothold.
Her concerns for her dignity prove to be well founded as her short cream skirt flies up above her waist fully exposing the tight pink panties under her tan pantyhose.
The last thing Bridget feels is a massive clout on the jaw as the rope jerks taught & the noose snaps her neck
The Nameless Prisoner
The judge looked at the prisoner & said, “You have been found guilty of premediated murder. It is the sentence of this court that you be confined in the Municipal Prison until the date of your execution & that you shall then be hanged by the neck until you are dead. May God have mercy on your soul”.
The condemned was a petite & pretty 28 year old woman whose appearance belied the fact that she had over a period of six years poisoned three successive husbands for the insurance money. As she listened to herself being sentenced to death she started to cry & swayed on her feet, having to be supported by her lawyer to prevent her from falling
Three weeks later the prisoner sits in the death cell.
Since the rejection of her final appeal she had been allowed to wear her own clothes. She had chosen to die in a white silk blouse & a pleated blue skirt which came to half way down her thighs.
Totally visible to the terrified prisoner through the bars of the cell door is an eight foot tall booth with a rope with an open noose as wide as a head hanging down inside it.
At the stroke of ten, a man appears dressed in black, the hangman.
He tests the noose knot, makes certain the scaffold is properly mounted & checks the electric button that will trip the mechanism. The trapdoors open & close with an icy click.
The inspection takes place before the eyes of the petrified condemned young woman.
The hangman opens the cell door & walks in.
The condemned woman offers no resistance, she just cries quietly.
The executioner places a hood over the prisoner’s head which falls to her shoulders. Now the woman looks like the ghost she will shortly be, without eyes, mouth, or face.
He ties her hands behind her back & leads the shaking prisoner into the booth.
The hangman slips the noose around her neck making certain the leftover rope hangs down across her chest.
He then secures sandbags tightly to the trembling ankles of the condemned woman. As he does this he can’t resist glancing up her short blue skirt & savouring the view of her pink panties above her shivering thighs.
A final check. The whole preparation lasts three minutes. The hangman leaves the booth, walks over to the electric button & presses it.
The trapdoor opens & the prisoner vanishes into the abyss.
The taut rope vibrates.
The executioner looks down into the pit & grunts in satisfaction. The young womans’s vertebrae has snapped & her legs under the short pleated blue skirt kick spastically in a reflex response to the trauma.
The hangman climbs down a step ladder to solid ground & looks up at the dangling body.
He pauses taking in the view up the now dead prisoner’s skirt for the second time before he winches the cadaver down to the ground.
Swiftly & dexterously he cuts the body loose & turns it over to the doctor, who listens to the heart. He waves his hand & two men go to get a coffin
Alyssia was a bit dissatisfied with Bridget Fordyce & The Nameless Prisoner because of the rapidity of the demise of the central characters. She resolved to begin to address this in her next story. She also decided to revert to the fuller more descriptive style of writing that she found she preferred
South African Executions
Miquita lay in her cell on death row staring at the ceiling. She was here because she killed the wife of her lover in a fit of rage when he told her he was finishing their affair. In a few days she will hang. The executions took place at 6 in the morning, half an hour after they have switched the lights on.
Today they were going to hang a young woman. Into the silence & darkness outside Miquita’s cell window there came a sudden whimpering, sobbing & crying as the prisoner was taken through the yard to the gallows. Miquita listened as the sounds went past her cell window, round the corner & then stop as the doomed girl is taken inside. She lifted her hand to her neck in instinctive sympathy for the condemned prisoner Miquita lay still imagining her walk along the passage to the door leading onto the gallows.
Afterwards one of the guards told her that they had to put her in a straitjacket & tied her to a stretcher. She was an African who had smothered her child. She was hysterical when they hanged her. The hangman forgot about the allowance he should have made for the straitjacket & the stretcher. The drop was too short, she wasn’t heavy enough & she had slowly strangled to death.
Above floor level the guard told Miquita you could look down & watch the hood as it slowly turned round & round, her legs kicking under her prison skirt & her breasts heaving as she fought for breath. before the hangman’s assistants pulled on her legs & broke her neck She had died very hard
A week later it was the morning of Miquita’s execution. She sat on the bed wearing her prion issue denim skirt & white tee shirt. She was quietly sobbing. She looked at the two female officers who have been with her through the night & wailed, “Why must I hang? I am only 20 years old! Can’t I be given another chance? Oh my God….Please don’t let them hang me! I don’t want to die!” She broke down again weeping noisily. The guards said nothing. There was nothing they could say that will comfort the terrified girl
A few minutes later Miquita & the guards heard movement outside the cell. It was the escort. The prisoner shivered when she heard this.. She could hear them talking as if everything was normal. But it isn’t: she & three other young women were about to be executed. Two male guards entered the cell & made Miquita stand. They quickly cuffed her wrists behind her back. The prisoner tried to resist but it was hopeless. They dragged her out to the corridor without a word. A short walk followed through the prison yard. Miquita was made to enter a room next to the death chamber. There she joined the other condemned prisoners.
The guards made her sit down on a chair & watched over the prisoners from a distance. Miquita looked at the others who were about to hang side by side with her. She especially took notice of a very young looking blonde girl. She thought to herself, “She is so pale, I wonder how I look?”.
The other two condemned are black women in their early twenties. They were trying to put on a brave front but they too were obviously terrified. The three other prisoners were wearing the same prison uniform as Miquita of white tee shirts & knee length denim skirts
As the guards talked amongst themselves Miquita learned about her companion’s stories. Britney the young blonde girl, who was barely 18, was sentenced for killing her illegitimate child.
The two black women were Jenna & Josephine. Both had been bank tellers who had participated in a robbery in which several innocent people had been killed.
The Warden arrived, the guards stopped their conversation & stood at attention. The prisoners were all made to stand. The Warden took out a piece of paper & looked at the shivering terrified women, he paused & then starts to speak,
“It was the sentence of the courts that you Britney Roosbeck, Jenna Mbeki, Josephine Mossuna & Miquita Olson are to be taken to a place of execution & there to be hanged by your necks until you are dead. Sentence to be carried out immediately”
The four prisoners whimpered in terror & young Britney cried out “NOOOOOOH! HELP ME! HELP ME! PLEASE NOOOOOOH!
The door in the opposite wall was opened. It led to the death chamber. The four condemned women each held by two guards were led one at a time onto the gallows platform. Miquita & the two black women sobbed as they were placed on the trap but offered no resistance however Britney fought her captors all the way desperately wailing & pleading for mercy. It did her no good as the much stronger guards dragedg her to the trapdoor.
As she stood waiting on the scaffold Miquita looked around. The gallows was a kind of balcony with a big trapdoor about eight metres long at the front. There was a beam with four nooses hanging from it. In the lower part of the chamber looking up at the execution party were some thirty people, mainly journalists, both men & women, sitting & waiting for the hangings to start. It will be a big show for them. Jenna & Josephine were praying & Britney was crying helplessly. Miquita was silent but like the other prisoners she was trembling with terror
The Warden asked if any of the condemned had any last words but no one spoke. The hangman came forward & hooded & noosed the prisoners. Britney seemed to faint as he did this & had to be supported by two guards standing on planks across the trapdoor. The executioner went to the end of the gallows & put his hands on the trapdoor lever waiting for the signal from the Warden.
The witnesses tensed up waiting for the drop. Men were bothered by their throbbing erections pushing against their underpants & women crossed their legs their panties moistening beneath their skirts. Miquita’s breathing quickened & perspiration gleamed on her skin. The Warden nodded at the hangman
The executioner pulls on the lever & the floor disappears & at that moment the condemned tense up a split second before dropping through the trap door. Miquita gasps in surprise as she drops but she is quickly silenced when she hits the end of the rope & the noose tightens round her neck. Suddenly there is a blinding pain in her neck & she hears a cracking sound before everything goes black. She shudders a little her legs kick spastically. Her movements subside as she drifts into unconsciousness. Mercifully unaware Miquita strangles to death.
Jenna & Josephine twitch & shudder their necks also having been broken by the fall however poor Britney isn’t so fortunate. The hangman has miscalculated the drop. Her body wheels half round & back, convulsions wrack her body, she wheezes violently & her feet & legs thresh about wildly lifting up her denim skirt displaying her prison issue white pants to the transfixed spectators.
Two of the hangman’s assistants who are standing in the pit below the gallows just in case something like this happens go to the struggling slowly strangling girl & pull down on her legs. There is an audible pop as Britney’s vertebrae snaps under the increased weight & she joins the other three prisoners in death
Several of the spectators, both male & female, bite their lips to stifle their moans as they come, sperm spurts from cocks into underpants & panties are soaked with female juices
Once she had completed South African executions Alyssia was quite aroused however she decided to wait until she had finished her next tale before satisfying her needs
A Center Fold Hangs
The Jennifer Powers case had captured the media world-wide which wasn’t surprising given the fact that it wasn’t every day that a famous center fold model found herself on trial for capital murder. She had caught her lover in bed with another model, went to an adjacent room, picked up a gun, returned & shot them both dead in cold blood. Her guilt wasn’t in any real doubt, the question was whether she would hang.
As the jury filed back into court to deliver their verdict & recommendation as to sentence, if they found her guilty, all eyes were on the stunningly gorgeous prisoner Jennifer had dressed conservatively for the last day of the trial in a dark suit with the hem of her skirt just touching her knees however as she stood next to her lawyer there was no mistaking her fabulous beauty & her breathtaking figure
The foreman of the jury stood & the judge asked him, “Mr Foreman have you arrived at a verdict on which you are all agreed?”
The foreman looked straight at the judge & replied, “We have your honour. We find the defendant guilty of capital murder”
There was dead silence in the court broken only by the prisoner’s gentle sobbing
The judge continued, “Have you a recommendation as to sentence?”
The foreman said, “We recommend that the prisoner be sentenced to death your honour”
The judge nodded & said, “Thank you for both your verdict & your recommendation as to sentence”
The judge looked at the weeping prisoner & spoke the words Jennifer had dreaded to hear.“Jennifer Powers you have been found guilty of capital murder. It is the sentence of this court that you be taken to the state prison. There in a few days, at a date & time to be determined, you will be hanged by the neck until you are dead. May God have mercy on your soul”.
The beautiful young brunette who had been standing beside her lawyer went ashen, her knees buckled & she fell to her chair. Then with a bang of his gavel the judge closed the case of the State versus Jennifer Powers
Two police officers strode to the defence table & taking Jennifer by the arms helped her shakily to her feet. The officers still holding both of her arms pulled them gently back & then snapped shiny handcuffs on her wrists. As they led her out through the side door of the courtroom Jennifer started sobbing again. The policemen took her down a side hall to an elevator, down to the parking level of the building & to a waiting police van. Seated in the van a pair of leg cuffs were added around her ankles. The van along with a police escort car, then immediately headed out of the city for the hour drive to the state prison
It was the morning of Jennifer’s execution. At exactly 9.45 am the Warden, three male guards & the Chaplain entered her cell. The prisoner was immobile. She wassn’t trying to be difficult, she was simply too scared to move. Two of the guards went to each side of her & lifted her by the arms. The third guard wrapped a wide leather belt around her waist & snugged it with a buckle. The belt had two smaller wraps attached to either side. The guards placed her wrists in each of these, tightened the buckles, pinning her arms to the sides of her waist.
The Warden then read her death sentence, “Jennifer Powers you have been found guilty of capital murder. For this crime you have been sentenced to be hanged by the neck until you are dead. The sentence will be carried out immediately”.
The Warden turned to lead the way out of the cell & down the hall. Two of the guards held Jennifer by the arms & help her stumbling fearful walk. The third guard followed as did the Chaplain, quietly praying for the soul of the condemned young woman.
Guard number three was very familiar with Jennifer’s features being a regular subscriber to a men’s magazine she often displayed her charms in. He had to adjust himself slightly as he started to get an erection as he watched the beautiful young model walk to her death.
Jennifer’s picture perfect delicious face was pure white with terror & tears ran down her flawless cheeks. Her large breasts pressed against her white blouse & her knee length tight dark blue skirt accentuated the firmness & roundness of her bottom, the shapely curve of her hips & showed off the lower part of her sensational long slender legs.
They walked through the dark door to the death chamber, which was opened for them by the executioner, directly onto the gallows platform. Jennifer whimpered as she saw the noose. The gallows were built similar to a stage, with the front half designed to swing down & collapse. The noosed rope dangled out towards the front edge with a square painted on the floor underneath. Straight across from the gallows was a glass enclosure for the witnesses. Jennifer was nudged forward until her feet were inside the painted square. The Warden asked if she has any last words. The doomed girl shook her head. He then instructed the executioner to do his duty
The hangman stepped forward & placed the noose over Jennifer’s head & snugged the knot tight around her neck. Next from his pocket he produced a tight white hood from his pocket which he pulled down over her head covering the terrified girl’s face. The executioner then stepped back & to the left, placed his hand on a small lever & as the Chaplain said Amen to conclude his quiet prayer & gave it a quick pull.
The floor underneath Jennifer disappears & she drops about four feet. There is the start of a scream cut off as the rope suddenly ends her fall. Her toes point downward trying vainly to seek support. The witnesses can see the tip of her tongue pressing against the tight white hood from her obviously gaping mouth.
Her magnificent body begins to convulse, her marvelous breasts bounce as she struggles on the rope. Her wondrous legs pump up & down as if she is riding an invisible bicycle. Their frantic threshing pushes her tight dark blue skirt up her thighs giving the mesmerized spectators tantalizing glimpses of her lacy high cut pink panties.
Her neck seems to stretch as she dances on the rope. Her chest & breasts heave as she tries futilely to breathe. Her thrashing becomes rhythmic with a stop…go…stop…go pattern. Soon the periods of quiet outlast the spasms. Jennifer’s hands open & close several times. Her pointed toes twitch several times then stop, her feet hang still. Her body loses all tension & relaxes. She is at last quiet swinging gently from side to side
Guard number three ejaculated into his underwear, as did several of the male witnesses
Alyssia retired to the couch once she had finished A Center Fold Hangs & brought herself to a hugely satisfying orgasm with her vibrator.
To increase her pleasure she decided to start to base her characters in her next story on those TV personalities she found most sexually attractive
Having found her stride Alyssia began to write furiously. Her next project was a series of short stories based on things she had read about, saw on TV or found on the internet. For her first two tales she decided to try out a sparser more staccato style than that which she employed up till now when describing executions
Bridget Fordyce: The New Mary Ann Cotton
Determined to be seen to be taking action against rising crime levels the 1980’s right wing Tory Government had re-introduced capital punishment. They had also bowed to media pressure & decided that executions would be carried out in public. One of the first victims of this policy was destined to be 27 year old Bridget Forsyth who wad convicted of murdering four members of her family, including two adopted children for the insurance money.
The court gasped as they listened to details of the case finding it difficult to believe that such an attractive young woman had committed such terrible crimes. Bridget was undoubtedly a very attractive young woman with short black hair, large dark eyes. At her sentencing her slender figure was well displayed in a tight white blouse, short flared cream skirt & tan panty-hose. She sobbed quietly as she was condemned to death by hanging.
As the murders had happened in Newcastle the media christened Bridget the modern day Mary Ann Cotton after the female serial killer who had committed similar offences in the North East of England in the 19th Century
As she emerges from the prison Bridget looks up at the gallows.
The noose dangles down from the beam.
She becomes aware of the breeze on her bare neck & the fluttering of her skirt as the gentle wind tries to lift it.
She hears the warden say, “Bridget if you have any last words get ready to say them now.”
The condemned woman’s throat is dry, she is breathing quickly. She shakes her head”.
The execution party start up the gallows steps.
As Bridget mounts the scaffold she can feel her heart pounding in her chest. .
On the scaffold platform the guards place her on the trap, pull her arms behind her back & tie her wrists together.
Bridget closes her eyes as she feels the noose around her throat, the knot presses at the side of her neck as the rope is tightened.
The hangman pulls a white hood over the prisoner’s head.
This was happening so fast. Bridget feels her belly muscles quiver & her legs begin to tremble.
All she can see is the inside of the white hood in front of her eyes.
She can feel the soft wind swirling around her legs & tugging at the hem of her short skirt. For a moment she becomes concerned about preserving her modesty & then suddenly the floor is no longer under her feet.
Her stomach seems to hit her ribs as her toes desperately point downward futilely searching for a foothold.
Her concerns for her dignity prove to be well founded as her short cream skirt flies up above her waist fully exposing the tight pink panties under her tan pantyhose.
The last thing Bridget feels is a massive clout on the jaw as the rope jerks taught & the noose snaps her neck
The Nameless Prisoner
The judge looked at the prisoner & said, “You have been found guilty of premediated murder. It is the sentence of this court that you be confined in the Municipal Prison until the date of your execution & that you shall then be hanged by the neck until you are dead. May God have mercy on your soul”.
The condemned was a petite & pretty 28 year old woman whose appearance belied the fact that she had over a period of six years poisoned three successive husbands for the insurance money. As she listened to herself being sentenced to death she started to cry & swayed on her feet, having to be supported by her lawyer to prevent her from falling
Three weeks later the prisoner sits in the death cell.
Since the rejection of her final appeal she had been allowed to wear her own clothes. She had chosen to die in a white silk blouse & a pleated blue skirt which came to half way down her thighs.
Totally visible to the terrified prisoner through the bars of the cell door is an eight foot tall booth with a rope with an open noose as wide as a head hanging down inside it.
At the stroke of ten, a man appears dressed in black, the hangman.
He tests the noose knot, makes certain the scaffold is properly mounted & checks the electric button that will trip the mechanism. The trapdoors open & close with an icy click.
The inspection takes place before the eyes of the petrified condemned young woman.
The hangman opens the cell door & walks in.
The condemned woman offers no resistance, she just cries quietly.
The executioner places a hood over the prisoner’s head which falls to her shoulders. Now the woman looks like the ghost she will shortly be, without eyes, mouth, or face.
He ties her hands behind her back & leads the shaking prisoner into the booth.
The hangman slips the noose around her neck making certain the leftover rope hangs down across her chest.
He then secures sandbags tightly to the trembling ankles of the condemned woman. As he does this he can’t resist glancing up her short blue skirt & savouring the view of her pink panties above her shivering thighs.
A final check. The whole preparation lasts three minutes. The hangman leaves the booth, walks over to the electric button & presses it.
The trapdoor opens & the prisoner vanishes into the abyss.
The taut rope vibrates.
The executioner looks down into the pit & grunts in satisfaction. The young womans’s vertebrae has snapped & her legs under the short pleated blue skirt kick spastically in a reflex response to the trauma.
The hangman climbs down a step ladder to solid ground & looks up at the dangling body.
He pauses taking in the view up the now dead prisoner’s skirt for the second time before he winches the cadaver down to the ground.
Swiftly & dexterously he cuts the body loose & turns it over to the doctor, who listens to the heart. He waves his hand & two men go to get a coffin
Alyssia was a bit dissatisfied with Bridget Fordyce & The Nameless Prisoner because of the rapidity of the demise of the central characters. She resolved to begin to address this in her next story. She also decided to revert to the fuller more descriptive style of writing that she found she preferred
South African Executions
Miquita lay in her cell on death row staring at the ceiling. She was here because she killed the wife of her lover in a fit of rage when he told her he was finishing their affair. In a few days she will hang. The executions took place at 6 in the morning, half an hour after they have switched the lights on.
Today they were going to hang a young woman. Into the silence & darkness outside Miquita’s cell window there came a sudden whimpering, sobbing & crying as the prisoner was taken through the yard to the gallows. Miquita listened as the sounds went past her cell window, round the corner & then stop as the doomed girl is taken inside. She lifted her hand to her neck in instinctive sympathy for the condemned prisoner Miquita lay still imagining her walk along the passage to the door leading onto the gallows.
Afterwards one of the guards told her that they had to put her in a straitjacket & tied her to a stretcher. She was an African who had smothered her child. She was hysterical when they hanged her. The hangman forgot about the allowance he should have made for the straitjacket & the stretcher. The drop was too short, she wasn’t heavy enough & she had slowly strangled to death.
Above floor level the guard told Miquita you could look down & watch the hood as it slowly turned round & round, her legs kicking under her prison skirt & her breasts heaving as she fought for breath. before the hangman’s assistants pulled on her legs & broke her neck She had died very hard
A week later it was the morning of Miquita’s execution. She sat on the bed wearing her prion issue denim skirt & white tee shirt. She was quietly sobbing. She looked at the two female officers who have been with her through the night & wailed, “Why must I hang? I am only 20 years old! Can’t I be given another chance? Oh my God….Please don’t let them hang me! I don’t want to die!” She broke down again weeping noisily. The guards said nothing. There was nothing they could say that will comfort the terrified girl
A few minutes later Miquita & the guards heard movement outside the cell. It was the escort. The prisoner shivered when she heard this.. She could hear them talking as if everything was normal. But it isn’t: she & three other young women were about to be executed. Two male guards entered the cell & made Miquita stand. They quickly cuffed her wrists behind her back. The prisoner tried to resist but it was hopeless. They dragged her out to the corridor without a word. A short walk followed through the prison yard. Miquita was made to enter a room next to the death chamber. There she joined the other condemned prisoners.
The guards made her sit down on a chair & watched over the prisoners from a distance. Miquita looked at the others who were about to hang side by side with her. She especially took notice of a very young looking blonde girl. She thought to herself, “She is so pale, I wonder how I look?”.
The other two condemned are black women in their early twenties. They were trying to put on a brave front but they too were obviously terrified. The three other prisoners were wearing the same prison uniform as Miquita of white tee shirts & knee length denim skirts
As the guards talked amongst themselves Miquita learned about her companion’s stories. Britney the young blonde girl, who was barely 18, was sentenced for killing her illegitimate child.
The two black women were Jenna & Josephine. Both had been bank tellers who had participated in a robbery in which several innocent people had been killed.
The Warden arrived, the guards stopped their conversation & stood at attention. The prisoners were all made to stand. The Warden took out a piece of paper & looked at the shivering terrified women, he paused & then starts to speak,
“It was the sentence of the courts that you Britney Roosbeck, Jenna Mbeki, Josephine Mossuna & Miquita Olson are to be taken to a place of execution & there to be hanged by your necks until you are dead. Sentence to be carried out immediately”
The four prisoners whimpered in terror & young Britney cried out “NOOOOOOH! HELP ME! HELP ME! PLEASE NOOOOOOH!
The door in the opposite wall was opened. It led to the death chamber. The four condemned women each held by two guards were led one at a time onto the gallows platform. Miquita & the two black women sobbed as they were placed on the trap but offered no resistance however Britney fought her captors all the way desperately wailing & pleading for mercy. It did her no good as the much stronger guards dragedg her to the trapdoor.
As she stood waiting on the scaffold Miquita looked around. The gallows was a kind of balcony with a big trapdoor about eight metres long at the front. There was a beam with four nooses hanging from it. In the lower part of the chamber looking up at the execution party were some thirty people, mainly journalists, both men & women, sitting & waiting for the hangings to start. It will be a big show for them. Jenna & Josephine were praying & Britney was crying helplessly. Miquita was silent but like the other prisoners she was trembling with terror
The Warden asked if any of the condemned had any last words but no one spoke. The hangman came forward & hooded & noosed the prisoners. Britney seemed to faint as he did this & had to be supported by two guards standing on planks across the trapdoor. The executioner went to the end of the gallows & put his hands on the trapdoor lever waiting for the signal from the Warden.
The witnesses tensed up waiting for the drop. Men were bothered by their throbbing erections pushing against their underpants & women crossed their legs their panties moistening beneath their skirts. Miquita’s breathing quickened & perspiration gleamed on her skin. The Warden nodded at the hangman
The executioner pulls on the lever & the floor disappears & at that moment the condemned tense up a split second before dropping through the trap door. Miquita gasps in surprise as she drops but she is quickly silenced when she hits the end of the rope & the noose tightens round her neck. Suddenly there is a blinding pain in her neck & she hears a cracking sound before everything goes black. She shudders a little her legs kick spastically. Her movements subside as she drifts into unconsciousness. Mercifully unaware Miquita strangles to death.
Jenna & Josephine twitch & shudder their necks also having been broken by the fall however poor Britney isn’t so fortunate. The hangman has miscalculated the drop. Her body wheels half round & back, convulsions wrack her body, she wheezes violently & her feet & legs thresh about wildly lifting up her denim skirt displaying her prison issue white pants to the transfixed spectators.
Two of the hangman’s assistants who are standing in the pit below the gallows just in case something like this happens go to the struggling slowly strangling girl & pull down on her legs. There is an audible pop as Britney’s vertebrae snaps under the increased weight & she joins the other three prisoners in death
Several of the spectators, both male & female, bite their lips to stifle their moans as they come, sperm spurts from cocks into underpants & panties are soaked with female juices
Once she had completed South African executions Alyssia was quite aroused however she decided to wait until she had finished her next tale before satisfying her needs
A Center Fold Hangs
The Jennifer Powers case had captured the media world-wide which wasn’t surprising given the fact that it wasn’t every day that a famous center fold model found herself on trial for capital murder. She had caught her lover in bed with another model, went to an adjacent room, picked up a gun, returned & shot them both dead in cold blood. Her guilt wasn’t in any real doubt, the question was whether she would hang.
As the jury filed back into court to deliver their verdict & recommendation as to sentence, if they found her guilty, all eyes were on the stunningly gorgeous prisoner Jennifer had dressed conservatively for the last day of the trial in a dark suit with the hem of her skirt just touching her knees however as she stood next to her lawyer there was no mistaking her fabulous beauty & her breathtaking figure
The foreman of the jury stood & the judge asked him, “Mr Foreman have you arrived at a verdict on which you are all agreed?”
The foreman looked straight at the judge & replied, “We have your honour. We find the defendant guilty of capital murder”
There was dead silence in the court broken only by the prisoner’s gentle sobbing
The judge continued, “Have you a recommendation as to sentence?”
The foreman said, “We recommend that the prisoner be sentenced to death your honour”
The judge nodded & said, “Thank you for both your verdict & your recommendation as to sentence”
The judge looked at the weeping prisoner & spoke the words Jennifer had dreaded to hear.“Jennifer Powers you have been found guilty of capital murder. It is the sentence of this court that you be taken to the state prison. There in a few days, at a date & time to be determined, you will be hanged by the neck until you are dead. May God have mercy on your soul”.
The beautiful young brunette who had been standing beside her lawyer went ashen, her knees buckled & she fell to her chair. Then with a bang of his gavel the judge closed the case of the State versus Jennifer Powers
Two police officers strode to the defence table & taking Jennifer by the arms helped her shakily to her feet. The officers still holding both of her arms pulled them gently back & then snapped shiny handcuffs on her wrists. As they led her out through the side door of the courtroom Jennifer started sobbing again. The policemen took her down a side hall to an elevator, down to the parking level of the building & to a waiting police van. Seated in the van a pair of leg cuffs were added around her ankles. The van along with a police escort car, then immediately headed out of the city for the hour drive to the state prison
It was the morning of Jennifer’s execution. At exactly 9.45 am the Warden, three male guards & the Chaplain entered her cell. The prisoner was immobile. She wassn’t trying to be difficult, she was simply too scared to move. Two of the guards went to each side of her & lifted her by the arms. The third guard wrapped a wide leather belt around her waist & snugged it with a buckle. The belt had two smaller wraps attached to either side. The guards placed her wrists in each of these, tightened the buckles, pinning her arms to the sides of her waist.
The Warden then read her death sentence, “Jennifer Powers you have been found guilty of capital murder. For this crime you have been sentenced to be hanged by the neck until you are dead. The sentence will be carried out immediately”.
The Warden turned to lead the way out of the cell & down the hall. Two of the guards held Jennifer by the arms & help her stumbling fearful walk. The third guard followed as did the Chaplain, quietly praying for the soul of the condemned young woman.
Guard number three was very familiar with Jennifer’s features being a regular subscriber to a men’s magazine she often displayed her charms in. He had to adjust himself slightly as he started to get an erection as he watched the beautiful young model walk to her death.
Jennifer’s picture perfect delicious face was pure white with terror & tears ran down her flawless cheeks. Her large breasts pressed against her white blouse & her knee length tight dark blue skirt accentuated the firmness & roundness of her bottom, the shapely curve of her hips & showed off the lower part of her sensational long slender legs.
They walked through the dark door to the death chamber, which was opened for them by the executioner, directly onto the gallows platform. Jennifer whimpered as she saw the noose. The gallows were built similar to a stage, with the front half designed to swing down & collapse. The noosed rope dangled out towards the front edge with a square painted on the floor underneath. Straight across from the gallows was a glass enclosure for the witnesses. Jennifer was nudged forward until her feet were inside the painted square. The Warden asked if she has any last words. The doomed girl shook her head. He then instructed the executioner to do his duty
The hangman stepped forward & placed the noose over Jennifer’s head & snugged the knot tight around her neck. Next from his pocket he produced a tight white hood from his pocket which he pulled down over her head covering the terrified girl’s face. The executioner then stepped back & to the left, placed his hand on a small lever & as the Chaplain said Amen to conclude his quiet prayer & gave it a quick pull.
The floor underneath Jennifer disappears & she drops about four feet. There is the start of a scream cut off as the rope suddenly ends her fall. Her toes point downward trying vainly to seek support. The witnesses can see the tip of her tongue pressing against the tight white hood from her obviously gaping mouth.
Her magnificent body begins to convulse, her marvelous breasts bounce as she struggles on the rope. Her wondrous legs pump up & down as if she is riding an invisible bicycle. Their frantic threshing pushes her tight dark blue skirt up her thighs giving the mesmerized spectators tantalizing glimpses of her lacy high cut pink panties.
Her neck seems to stretch as she dances on the rope. Her chest & breasts heave as she tries futilely to breathe. Her thrashing becomes rhythmic with a stop…go…stop…go pattern. Soon the periods of quiet outlast the spasms. Jennifer’s hands open & close several times. Her pointed toes twitch several times then stop, her feet hang still. Her body loses all tension & relaxes. She is at last quiet swinging gently from side to side
Guard number three ejaculated into his underwear, as did several of the male witnesses
Alyssia retired to the couch once she had finished A Center Fold Hangs & brought herself to a hugely satisfying orgasm with her vibrator.
To increase her pleasure she decided to start to base her characters in her next story on those TV personalities she found most sexually attractive
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>Loved the drawings
Thank you. I'm hoping that some day an artist will do a 3-D color emulation...
Thank you. I'm hoping that some day an artist will do a 3-D color emulation...
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