Execution Tales Chapter 55 Part 4
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The Strangling Rack
Michaela Statham was brought to the execution chamber. She was a lovely 25 year old blue eyed blonde with exquisite & delicate features. Michaela had been allowed to dress in the clothes she was sentenced in which consisted of a white blouse, knee length brown skirt, flesh coloured panty-hose & brown shoes. She gasped in horror as she saw the device that will shortly take her life. This was the first time that the Strangling Rack had been used & the officials & witnesses present are looking forward to seeing it in operation.
The Department of Justice had developed this machine to replace hanging. The main improvement on the traditional “Dance on the rope” was that it enabled the executioner to control exactly how long it took the condemned prisoner to die.
Michaela struggled & pleaded for mercy as she was led to the 10 feet tall rack. The prisoner’s arms were bound to her sides with leather straps which were attached to the device. Another strap was placed around her waist firmly securing her to the rack.
The noosed rope hanging down from the top of the machine was placed round her shaking slender neck. The other end of the rope disappeared into a box which contained a powerful electronically controlled winch. Two padded rests were pulled down & fixed in place on top of her shoulders. Finally a wire attached to a heart monitor & screen which sat next to the rack was placed between her firm pert breasts. She was ready.
Michaela may have looked lovely but she was also lethal. She had been very adept in using her looks & sex appeal to get close to her victims. In her career as a contract killer she was thought to have carried out at least twenty murders even though she had only been convicted of eight. Depending on the nature of the crimes committed the sentence could be adjusted from a quick snapping of the cervical vertebrae to slow strangulation, with the period of suffering specified by the sentencing judge. Due to her multiple crimes Michaela was to take at least twenty minutes to die, & she knew it
The warden nodded at the executioner who took a note of the time on the clock on the wall of the death chamber & began to turn the knob which controlled the traction on the rope.
The noose slowly tightens around the prisoner’s neck. She gasps & her eyes open wide as she feels the rope trying to lift her however the leather straps binding her to the rack & the rests on her shoulders hold her firmly in place. As the pressure builds Michaela’s complexion begins to darken, her eyes bulge & she makes strangled gurgling noises. In her position the only movement she can make is to flex & unflex her fingers & to kick her legs, which she starts to do with gusto.
To start with her legs swing from side to side & then they begin to thrash up & down. At times her knees reach the level of her waist exposing the pink panties under the brown skirt. The executioner watches the dying girl & the heart monitor very closely.
He adjusts the pull on the rope accordingly, when it appears that Michaela is going to pass out he reduces the tension so that she recovers slightly. Once twenty minutes have past he looks at the warden who again nods. The executioner turns the knob suddenly & about 10 inches of rope rapidly disappear inside the box. A loud crack indicates the breaking of Michaela’s spinal column at the top. Her body is shaken by reflex convulsions which subside quickly. She is dead at last.
She was now far from beautiful. Her once lovely features were distorted by the agony of her strangling. Her skin was crimson, her eye balls looked up into her head & her puffed up tongue lolled a good two & half inches down her saliva soaked chin.
All concerned deemed the first use of the Strangling Rack to have been a great success
On the completion of The Strangling Rack Alyssia afforded herself some well-earned rest & recreation on the couch with her gently humming & throbbing little lover.
Michaela Statham was brought to the execution chamber. She was a lovely 25 year old blue eyed blonde with exquisite & delicate features. Michaela had been allowed to dress in the clothes she was sentenced in which consisted of a white blouse, knee length brown skirt, flesh coloured panty-hose & brown shoes. She gasped in horror as she saw the device that will shortly take her life. This was the first time that the Strangling Rack had been used & the officials & witnesses present are looking forward to seeing it in operation.
The Department of Justice had developed this machine to replace hanging. The main improvement on the traditional “Dance on the rope” was that it enabled the executioner to control exactly how long it took the condemned prisoner to die.
Michaela struggled & pleaded for mercy as she was led to the 10 feet tall rack. The prisoner’s arms were bound to her sides with leather straps which were attached to the device. Another strap was placed around her waist firmly securing her to the rack.
The noosed rope hanging down from the top of the machine was placed round her shaking slender neck. The other end of the rope disappeared into a box which contained a powerful electronically controlled winch. Two padded rests were pulled down & fixed in place on top of her shoulders. Finally a wire attached to a heart monitor & screen which sat next to the rack was placed between her firm pert breasts. She was ready.
Michaela may have looked lovely but she was also lethal. She had been very adept in using her looks & sex appeal to get close to her victims. In her career as a contract killer she was thought to have carried out at least twenty murders even though she had only been convicted of eight. Depending on the nature of the crimes committed the sentence could be adjusted from a quick snapping of the cervical vertebrae to slow strangulation, with the period of suffering specified by the sentencing judge. Due to her multiple crimes Michaela was to take at least twenty minutes to die, & she knew it
The warden nodded at the executioner who took a note of the time on the clock on the wall of the death chamber & began to turn the knob which controlled the traction on the rope.
The noose slowly tightens around the prisoner’s neck. She gasps & her eyes open wide as she feels the rope trying to lift her however the leather straps binding her to the rack & the rests on her shoulders hold her firmly in place. As the pressure builds Michaela’s complexion begins to darken, her eyes bulge & she makes strangled gurgling noises. In her position the only movement she can make is to flex & unflex her fingers & to kick her legs, which she starts to do with gusto.
To start with her legs swing from side to side & then they begin to thrash up & down. At times her knees reach the level of her waist exposing the pink panties under the brown skirt. The executioner watches the dying girl & the heart monitor very closely.
He adjusts the pull on the rope accordingly, when it appears that Michaela is going to pass out he reduces the tension so that she recovers slightly. Once twenty minutes have past he looks at the warden who again nods. The executioner turns the knob suddenly & about 10 inches of rope rapidly disappear inside the box. A loud crack indicates the breaking of Michaela’s spinal column at the top. Her body is shaken by reflex convulsions which subside quickly. She is dead at last.
She was now far from beautiful. Her once lovely features were distorted by the agony of her strangling. Her skin was crimson, her eye balls looked up into her head & her puffed up tongue lolled a good two & half inches down her saliva soaked chin.
All concerned deemed the first use of the Strangling Rack to have been a great success
On the completion of The Strangling Rack Alyssia afforded herself some well-earned rest & recreation on the couch with her gently humming & throbbing little lover.
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Her next tale was inspired by a recent news story about a young Western woman convicted of drug smuggling in the Middle East who had been originally sentenced to death. Unfortunately in Alyssia’s view the sentence had been commuted. The accused in Alyssia’s version of events very closely resembled a young American film star
Alicia Silverman
The 23 year old Alicia Silverman collapsed, when the sentence was read out by the judge. She had proclaimed her innocence throughout her trial & insisted the drugs had been planted in her luggage.
The court could have sentenced her to twenty years in prison on a lesser charge, but the judge said the laws of the country must be applied evenly to all, including beautiful young American women. Alicia had been on vacation in the Emirate the previous July when the police, conducting a routine search, had discovered a large quantity of heroin in her luggage.
The judge ordered that the young woman be hanged by the neck until dead. The date for the execution would be set after the decision was affirmed by the Emirates highest court. Alicia will be the first American woman executed in the small Arab country. Amnesty International protested the sentence & claimed the trial was unfair
One month later Alicia sat in her cell which overlooked the prison yard which was dominated by the wooden gallows in the middle of it. Two female guards sat with her. The lovely blonde American girl was dressed in her own clothes, a white blouse, short flared black skirt, clear pantyhose & black shoes. The authorities had allowed this as in their view it will reinforce the message of what happens to foreigners who try & smuggle drugs into the country.
Alicia looked the epitomy of a modern western young woman. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was terrified & her large blue eyes were filled with tears. Hers will be the second of the executions planned for this morning.
She heard the guards enter the cell next door to take the first condemned prisoner to the gallows. The 20 year old Arab girl had been convicted of murdering her husband. Alicia listened in growing horror as the young murderess broke into incoherent pleas & sobs as she begged for her life. She had to be dragged & almost carried down the corridor & stairs & out into the prison yard. When she saw the gallows, the noose dangling from it & the hooded executioner standing with his arms folded looking at her she let out an ear piercing scream of terror.
Despite herself Alicia got up & looked out the cell window at the scene in the yard below. She gripped the bars on the window tight & watched as the girl, in her prison uniform denim knee length skirt & white tee shirt, was dragged to the gallows & up its steps in horrified fascination.
The two female guards looked at each other & smiled, thoroughly relishing the young American’s terror. They both felt their panties beginning to get wet under their khaki uniform skirts as they looked at Alicia’ lovely firm bottom pushing against her short black skirt & long legs & listened to the noises coming from the yard.
The young Arab prisoner was pushed & pulled roughly to the trapdoor in the middle of the gallows platform. The masked hangman tied her hands together behind her back & the prisoner continued to cry & plead as the noose was placed over her head & round her neck. The executioner tugged on the wrist restraints & checked the noose to ensure it was snug round the prisoner’s shaking neck. He stood back & walked towards the lever at the side of the gallows & looked down at the warden standing in the yard waiting for the signal to pull the lever. The warden nodded his head & the trap door slammed open.
The prisoner dropped about a foot, her startled cry cut short by the jolt of the noose around her throat & started to kick her legs wildly in the air exposing her plain prison issue white panties to those on the ground. Her face started to darken, mouth wide open but unable to breathe, her almond eyes began to speckle with red pinpoints from the building pressure on her brain.
After several minutes of dancing like a puppet on the rope, her body wracked by agonized convulsions & spasms she began to slow down, the gasping & choking noises quietened & finally she hung still on the gallows. Staring bulging bloodshot eyes stared out from her puffy, almost purple face, her blackened tongue lying on her drool soaked chin.
By law she will be left hanging for half an hour before being checked by the prison doctor to confirm death. Her body will then be placed in a simple wooden coffin & returned to her family for burial.
Once the Arab girl’s execution was over Alicia returned to her seat & slumped into it her head in her hands. She sobbed loudly. Not for the first time the senior guard looked at the terrified girl & thought, “There is only one thing worse than being executed & that is waiting for the executioner to come”.
An hour passed & Alicia looked up in terror as she heard footsteps approaching the cell. The door opened & two male guards entered. They said nothing. The American girl was pulled to her feet & her feet & wailed, “No! No”! No! I’m innocent” You can’t do this! You can’t! You can’t”!” It made no difference & she is forced from the cell down the corridor & stairs & out into the yard. The female guards left the cell & went to a rest room on the ground floor that they knew has an excellent view of the gallows.
There was a specially invited group of important guests & a TV film crew in the yard. The authorities were determined to demonstrate what happens to arrogant Americans who flout the Emirate’s laws.
Alicia was dragged crying & pleading to the foot of the gallows & was made to climb the twelve wooden steps to the platform. She saw the wooden coffin waiting for her body at the side of the scaffold. She started to panic, her struggles became frantic. She was pushed to the trap & her wrists bound behind her by the executioner who put the hard, coarse & prickly rope around her slender neck. He placed the knot precisely at the front of her neck to avoid any risk of breaking the prisoner’s vertebrae. Tears streamed down Alicia’s cheeks, shaking & crying she pleaded for mercy. There is none.
The trap drops beneath the American girl’s feet. Like the Arab prisoner before her she falls about a foot. She begins to slowly strangle, grimacing in pain, jerking, her long slender nylon clad legs kicking in the air. Twisting, writhing, writhing, struggling desperately Alicia strangles very slowly, mouth open, eyes bulging gasping for air.
Her breasts bounce, her short black flared skirt flutters above her waist as her pumping thighs push it up exposing tight pink panties under her panty hose. The TV crew transmit the execution live so that all of the population can watch Alicia’s long agony, including close ups of a face distorted by the slow strangulation & of her thrashing thighs & pink underwear. Her movements begin to slow & then finally stop. Alicia swings dead on her rope, her face a silent scream of agony.
The two women guards who had been in the young American’s cell have had a marvelous view of the hanging. They sat in the rest room with their skirts up around their waists, frantically fingering their pussies inside their panties. They gasped & groaned as they orgasmed heads moving from side to side.
Once the pulses of pleasure have played themselves out they smiled evilly at each other, pushed their skirts back down over their thighs stood up & prepared to return to their duties
Alicia’s body wa been removed from the gallows, her death certified & her remains placed in the wooden coffin & handed over to the US Embassy for return to her family in the States
Alicia Silverman
The 23 year old Alicia Silverman collapsed, when the sentence was read out by the judge. She had proclaimed her innocence throughout her trial & insisted the drugs had been planted in her luggage.
The court could have sentenced her to twenty years in prison on a lesser charge, but the judge said the laws of the country must be applied evenly to all, including beautiful young American women. Alicia had been on vacation in the Emirate the previous July when the police, conducting a routine search, had discovered a large quantity of heroin in her luggage.
The judge ordered that the young woman be hanged by the neck until dead. The date for the execution would be set after the decision was affirmed by the Emirates highest court. Alicia will be the first American woman executed in the small Arab country. Amnesty International protested the sentence & claimed the trial was unfair
One month later Alicia sat in her cell which overlooked the prison yard which was dominated by the wooden gallows in the middle of it. Two female guards sat with her. The lovely blonde American girl was dressed in her own clothes, a white blouse, short flared black skirt, clear pantyhose & black shoes. The authorities had allowed this as in their view it will reinforce the message of what happens to foreigners who try & smuggle drugs into the country.
Alicia looked the epitomy of a modern western young woman. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was terrified & her large blue eyes were filled with tears. Hers will be the second of the executions planned for this morning.
She heard the guards enter the cell next door to take the first condemned prisoner to the gallows. The 20 year old Arab girl had been convicted of murdering her husband. Alicia listened in growing horror as the young murderess broke into incoherent pleas & sobs as she begged for her life. She had to be dragged & almost carried down the corridor & stairs & out into the prison yard. When she saw the gallows, the noose dangling from it & the hooded executioner standing with his arms folded looking at her she let out an ear piercing scream of terror.
Despite herself Alicia got up & looked out the cell window at the scene in the yard below. She gripped the bars on the window tight & watched as the girl, in her prison uniform denim knee length skirt & white tee shirt, was dragged to the gallows & up its steps in horrified fascination.
The two female guards looked at each other & smiled, thoroughly relishing the young American’s terror. They both felt their panties beginning to get wet under their khaki uniform skirts as they looked at Alicia’ lovely firm bottom pushing against her short black skirt & long legs & listened to the noises coming from the yard.
The young Arab prisoner was pushed & pulled roughly to the trapdoor in the middle of the gallows platform. The masked hangman tied her hands together behind her back & the prisoner continued to cry & plead as the noose was placed over her head & round her neck. The executioner tugged on the wrist restraints & checked the noose to ensure it was snug round the prisoner’s shaking neck. He stood back & walked towards the lever at the side of the gallows & looked down at the warden standing in the yard waiting for the signal to pull the lever. The warden nodded his head & the trap door slammed open.
The prisoner dropped about a foot, her startled cry cut short by the jolt of the noose around her throat & started to kick her legs wildly in the air exposing her plain prison issue white panties to those on the ground. Her face started to darken, mouth wide open but unable to breathe, her almond eyes began to speckle with red pinpoints from the building pressure on her brain.
After several minutes of dancing like a puppet on the rope, her body wracked by agonized convulsions & spasms she began to slow down, the gasping & choking noises quietened & finally she hung still on the gallows. Staring bulging bloodshot eyes stared out from her puffy, almost purple face, her blackened tongue lying on her drool soaked chin.
By law she will be left hanging for half an hour before being checked by the prison doctor to confirm death. Her body will then be placed in a simple wooden coffin & returned to her family for burial.
Once the Arab girl’s execution was over Alicia returned to her seat & slumped into it her head in her hands. She sobbed loudly. Not for the first time the senior guard looked at the terrified girl & thought, “There is only one thing worse than being executed & that is waiting for the executioner to come”.
An hour passed & Alicia looked up in terror as she heard footsteps approaching the cell. The door opened & two male guards entered. They said nothing. The American girl was pulled to her feet & her feet & wailed, “No! No”! No! I’m innocent” You can’t do this! You can’t! You can’t”!” It made no difference & she is forced from the cell down the corridor & stairs & out into the yard. The female guards left the cell & went to a rest room on the ground floor that they knew has an excellent view of the gallows.
There was a specially invited group of important guests & a TV film crew in the yard. The authorities were determined to demonstrate what happens to arrogant Americans who flout the Emirate’s laws.
Alicia was dragged crying & pleading to the foot of the gallows & was made to climb the twelve wooden steps to the platform. She saw the wooden coffin waiting for her body at the side of the scaffold. She started to panic, her struggles became frantic. She was pushed to the trap & her wrists bound behind her by the executioner who put the hard, coarse & prickly rope around her slender neck. He placed the knot precisely at the front of her neck to avoid any risk of breaking the prisoner’s vertebrae. Tears streamed down Alicia’s cheeks, shaking & crying she pleaded for mercy. There is none.
The trap drops beneath the American girl’s feet. Like the Arab prisoner before her she falls about a foot. She begins to slowly strangle, grimacing in pain, jerking, her long slender nylon clad legs kicking in the air. Twisting, writhing, writhing, struggling desperately Alicia strangles very slowly, mouth open, eyes bulging gasping for air.
Her breasts bounce, her short black flared skirt flutters above her waist as her pumping thighs push it up exposing tight pink panties under her panty hose. The TV crew transmit the execution live so that all of the population can watch Alicia’s long agony, including close ups of a face distorted by the slow strangulation & of her thrashing thighs & pink underwear. Her movements begin to slow & then finally stop. Alicia swings dead on her rope, her face a silent scream of agony.
The two women guards who had been in the young American’s cell have had a marvelous view of the hanging. They sat in the rest room with their skirts up around their waists, frantically fingering their pussies inside their panties. They gasped & groaned as they orgasmed heads moving from side to side.
Once the pulses of pleasure have played themselves out they smiled evilly at each other, pushed their skirts back down over their thighs stood up & prepared to return to their duties
Alicia’s body wa been removed from the gallows, her death certified & her remains placed in the wooden coffin & handed over to the US Embassy for return to her family in the States
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Alyssia’s next short story was also set in the Middle East. The idea came from accounts she had read of the aircraft hijackings that had happened quite regularly in the 1970’s. She chose to make the airline in the tale British Caledonian because she thought that the stewardess’s tartan uniforms of the period were cute. To add to her enjoyment she wore her own plaid tartan skirt as she typed
Caledonian Girls
The hijacked British Caledonian jet sat on the desert sand guarded by armed insurgents. The passengers & crew were being held in a local school gymnasium. They sat on the floor waiting anxiously to see what was going to happen. The leader of the hijackers entered the gym hall & addressed them. “Unfortunately the British Government is refusing to negotiate with us so we need to send them a message which clearly demonstrates the consequences of their decision”. He pointed at the four stewardesses “Bring them”.
Eight fighters went to the increasingly terrified Caledonian girls & two to each young woman they grabbed them by the arms & started to move towards the door. The plane captain stepped forward & started to protest, “I demand you tell me where you are taking my cabin crewf”. In response one of the insurgents hit him in the face with the butt of his rifle. The pilot fell to the ground blood spurting from his mouth.
The stewardesses were taken from the gymnasium & led onto an adjoining football pitch. They were marched into one of the penalty areas & then they were stopped. Four male guerillas went to the goals & working off step ladders they threw & tied four ropes with nooses over the cross bar. The loose ends of the ropes were tied to the back bumper of a jeep which was parked on the other side of the goal. When they realised what is going to happen to them the girls started to cry & screech, their faces filled with terror.
As they are dragged towards the improvised gallows they struggled desperately trying to dig their heels into the sand, their cries getting shriller & louder can be clearly heard in the gym hall. When they reached the goals the guards grabbed the ropes & slipped the nooses over the girls’ heads. They then bound their hands behind their backs with twine.
The young women continued to scream, cry & plead for their lives. Two fighters set up a film camera which they pointed at the doomed stewardesses
Without any ceremony a fighter gets into the jeep & starts it, he then starts to very slowly drive forward. The girls scream & scream as they are lifted about two feet into the air. Feet tense & nylon clad legs braid together under short red, white & black tartan kilt style skirts.
Screams quickly subside into throaty gurgling. Faces show the pain as the agony of the ropes take over, they grimace in vain efforts to tense neck muscles & stop the nooses from tightening. Mouths open wider, emitting deep guttural choking sounds. Then their bodies begin to thrash as the pain of the nooses get worse & worse. Legs are scissoring, & jerking, kicking & stomping more & more violently. Threshing thighs raise skirts showing the white panties under each tartan kilt.
The nooses continue to slowly tighten around the stretching necks. Feet continue to twirl & flail as breasts, jutting out under white blouses, heave & fight for air. Two of the dying girls pull their knees up past their waists fully exposing their panties. They hold them up, knees rubbing against heaving breasts for long seconds & then with a sigh their legs drop.
The hanging girls’ eyes are wide open, reddening framed by dark purple faces, heads pushed to one side by the relentless strangling pressure of the tightening nooses. Drool drips from mouths, bodies shake & convulse, contortions rock torsos, horrific spasms quake across breasts & thighs, fingers open & clench. Gasping becomes fainter as movements become more intense. The insurgents are silent as they watch. The only sound is that of the creaking ropes. The convulsions slowly subside & the girls’ eyes grow dull as they spin back & forth in half circles. Their feet continue to twitch for a further minute
Thirteen minutes after they were hoisted up the four Caledonian girls swayed slightly under the crossbar in the hot desert breeze which flutters the dead young womens’ skirts. Their feet are now less than a foot above the sandy football pitch as a consequence of the stretched necks. Unseeing red-veined eyes gape wide open nearly bulging out of their sockets, their recent agony all too evident
The leader of the fighters grunted in satisfaction & turned to the two insurgents who had been filming the hangings. “Did you get all that?”. They nodded. “Excellent” the leader exclaimed. “We will supply a copy of the footage to the BBC”. Hopefully now Her Majesty’s Government will talk to us. If not we will stretch another four pretty young necks tomorrow”. With that the guerrillas returned to the gymnasium leaving the four bodies dangling from the crossbar of the goal
Alyssia still sitting at the computer pulled up her tartan skirt & pulled the crotch of her white panties to the side. She placed the vibrator inside her already glistening pussy & switched it on. I wasn’t long before she was bending over groaning in ecstatic pleasure as her orgasm pulsed through her body.
Caledonian Girls
The hijacked British Caledonian jet sat on the desert sand guarded by armed insurgents. The passengers & crew were being held in a local school gymnasium. They sat on the floor waiting anxiously to see what was going to happen. The leader of the hijackers entered the gym hall & addressed them. “Unfortunately the British Government is refusing to negotiate with us so we need to send them a message which clearly demonstrates the consequences of their decision”. He pointed at the four stewardesses “Bring them”.
Eight fighters went to the increasingly terrified Caledonian girls & two to each young woman they grabbed them by the arms & started to move towards the door. The plane captain stepped forward & started to protest, “I demand you tell me where you are taking my cabin crewf”. In response one of the insurgents hit him in the face with the butt of his rifle. The pilot fell to the ground blood spurting from his mouth.
The stewardesses were taken from the gymnasium & led onto an adjoining football pitch. They were marched into one of the penalty areas & then they were stopped. Four male guerillas went to the goals & working off step ladders they threw & tied four ropes with nooses over the cross bar. The loose ends of the ropes were tied to the back bumper of a jeep which was parked on the other side of the goal. When they realised what is going to happen to them the girls started to cry & screech, their faces filled with terror.
As they are dragged towards the improvised gallows they struggled desperately trying to dig their heels into the sand, their cries getting shriller & louder can be clearly heard in the gym hall. When they reached the goals the guards grabbed the ropes & slipped the nooses over the girls’ heads. They then bound their hands behind their backs with twine.
The young women continued to scream, cry & plead for their lives. Two fighters set up a film camera which they pointed at the doomed stewardesses
Without any ceremony a fighter gets into the jeep & starts it, he then starts to very slowly drive forward. The girls scream & scream as they are lifted about two feet into the air. Feet tense & nylon clad legs braid together under short red, white & black tartan kilt style skirts.
Screams quickly subside into throaty gurgling. Faces show the pain as the agony of the ropes take over, they grimace in vain efforts to tense neck muscles & stop the nooses from tightening. Mouths open wider, emitting deep guttural choking sounds. Then their bodies begin to thrash as the pain of the nooses get worse & worse. Legs are scissoring, & jerking, kicking & stomping more & more violently. Threshing thighs raise skirts showing the white panties under each tartan kilt.
The nooses continue to slowly tighten around the stretching necks. Feet continue to twirl & flail as breasts, jutting out under white blouses, heave & fight for air. Two of the dying girls pull their knees up past their waists fully exposing their panties. They hold them up, knees rubbing against heaving breasts for long seconds & then with a sigh their legs drop.
The hanging girls’ eyes are wide open, reddening framed by dark purple faces, heads pushed to one side by the relentless strangling pressure of the tightening nooses. Drool drips from mouths, bodies shake & convulse, contortions rock torsos, horrific spasms quake across breasts & thighs, fingers open & clench. Gasping becomes fainter as movements become more intense. The insurgents are silent as they watch. The only sound is that of the creaking ropes. The convulsions slowly subside & the girls’ eyes grow dull as they spin back & forth in half circles. Their feet continue to twitch for a further minute
Thirteen minutes after they were hoisted up the four Caledonian girls swayed slightly under the crossbar in the hot desert breeze which flutters the dead young womens’ skirts. Their feet are now less than a foot above the sandy football pitch as a consequence of the stretched necks. Unseeing red-veined eyes gape wide open nearly bulging out of their sockets, their recent agony all too evident
The leader of the fighters grunted in satisfaction & turned to the two insurgents who had been filming the hangings. “Did you get all that?”. They nodded. “Excellent” the leader exclaimed. “We will supply a copy of the footage to the BBC”. Hopefully now Her Majesty’s Government will talk to us. If not we will stretch another four pretty young necks tomorrow”. With that the guerrillas returned to the gymnasium leaving the four bodies dangling from the crossbar of the goal
Alyssia still sitting at the computer pulled up her tartan skirt & pulled the crotch of her white panties to the side. She placed the vibrator inside her already glistening pussy & switched it on. I wasn’t long before she was bending over groaning in ecstatic pleasure as her orgasm pulsed through her body.
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