56: Moist Gusset & Pussy Throbs

With some trepidation Alyssia decided to circulate her work to various websites. The first story she posted under the name of “Moist Gusset”, which made her smile when she thought of it, was “The Dance Hall” & “La Senorita De Muerte”. Much to her delight it was very well received

She received the most effusive praise from a “Pussy Throbs” who said she was an American woman short story writer working in the same genre as Alyssia. Alyssia looked for examples of Pussy’s work & the first one she came across was called “The Trial of Georgia May Forde”

“The Trial & Execution of Georgia May Forde”

The trial proceeded quickly. Every day the courtroom was packed with press & spectators watching every curve & ripple of Georgia May’s 21 year old sun-tanned flesh in her revealing outfits. To prevent any escape attempt she had to stay in jail during the trial but she was free to wear anything she chose from her large wardrobe during it & she made the most of it

Georgia May knew that she was in real danger of receiving the death penalty, while her accomplices would most likely be given life sentences. Although she didn’t like the idea of wasting away in prison for the rest of her life, she feared dying in the Gas Chamber even more. She couldn’t let that happen. She thought that her only chance was to dress seductively at her trial & sway the men on the jury to spare her the humiliation & agony of a public execution.

She planned out her outfits in great detail. She would wear no bra over her firm pointed breasts & her panties would be only skimpy white & pink thongs. At strategic points during the trial she would open her legs a little to flash the jury.

On the first day of her trial she wore a light blue mini skirt, & a tight white blouse. Her bronzed legs were bare. When she entered the courtroom to take her place at the defence table she saw the Gas Chamber for the first time. At the side of the court room was a large square glass case inside which a metal chair with open leather straps at the arm rests sat bolted to the floor.

She sat down at the table filled with apprehension by the presence of the Gas Chamber which sat menacingly at the side of the courtroom. As she sat down her mini skirt rode up her thighs flashing her white panties at the jury. This was serious & she had to use all of her seductive skills to avoid gasping her last breath in the large glass “Coughing Box”

The trial lasted for five days. It was clear to Georgia May that the case against her was open & shut. She was going to be found guilty. She decided that she should take the stand to plead for her life & say how sorry she was for what she had done.

For the occasion Georgia May wore a very seductive tight fitting very short white lycra mini dress accentuated every curve of her body. The material expanded & contracted tightly against her body, sculpting around her braless breasts, hips & buttocks. Her slender muscled legs were encased in tan pantyhose

She was called to give her testimony & all eyes followed her as she got up. Every contraction of her leg muscles & ripple of her body was apparent as she walked to the glass fronted witness stand. As she sat down & crossed her legs, as she intended her short white dress rode above her thighs & the courtroom got a tantalizing glimpse of the vee of the pink thong covering her crotch

She kept her composure throughout the testimony but it was clear on cross examination that she was guilty & had no excuse for her crimes. Her only chance now was to gain the sympathy of the men on the jury to spare her the death sentence, hoping that they would decide that she was just too cute to send to the Gas Chamber.

She admitted her guilt but pleaded for her life. She claimed to be remorseful & that she would change. She turned to the jury with her legs uncrossed exposing her pink thong & with tears in her eyes begged them not to condemn her to the Gas Chamber.

She said, “I’m terrified of the Gas Chamber, please don’t send me to it, I’m too young to die that way & I promise I’ll change my ways”. She did appear to gain the sympathy of many in the court, but the question was how did it play with the jury?

Georgia May’s plea for her life completed the presentation of the case & all that remained was Judgement Day.

For the verdict Georgia May decided to try & appear as innocent & harmless as possible. She wore a simple white blouse, black jacket & flared black, mini-skirt, flesh coloured panty-hose & black leather shoes. She looked more like a co-ed student than the cold blooded killer she actually was.

As she walked into the packed courtroom she looked around at the spectators & press watching her every move. Her gaze fell on the Gas Chamber which had now been wheeled to the centre of the courtroom on the castors fitted to the bottom of the large glass case. She knew that if she was condemned in a short time she would be struggling against the leather straps attached to the metal chair inside it begging & screaming for her life

But no it wasn’t over yet. There was still a chance that the jury wouldn’t vote for the death sentence. She took her place at the defence table & both sides gave their final arguments. Her attorney argued that she had repented of her crimes, shown remorse & vowed to change

Once the final arguments of the lawyers were completed the jury retired. As soon as the panel left the courtroom two male prison guards walked over to Georgia May & told her that it was time for her to sit in the Gas Chamber. The room was filled with low murmuring as each guard held her arms & guided her to the Gas Chamber.
They pulled open the glass door & forced Georgia May to sit down in the metal chair, they then went & stood behind the seated prisoner who was now really scared & wanted to scream

The wait for the return of the jury was excruciating. After half an hour they were back. There was complete silence as the judge asked, “Have you reached a verdict?”

The jury foreman rose & said “We have your honour. We unanimously find the defendant guilty on the three charges of first degree murder”.

The judge then asked, “Are you in a position to give a recommendation as to sentence?”

The foreman turned & looked at the terrified & trembling Georgia May sitting inside the Gas Chamber & said in a firm voice, “We recommend unanimously & very strongly that the defendant be put to death in the Gas Chamber”

Georgia May gasped at these words & tried to rise from the chair but was pushed back down by the guards standing behind her. She cried out “Noooooh!. Please don’t kill me! I don’t want to die! No don’t kill me! Pease don’t!”, she begged & then broke down sobbing helplessly.

All that remained was to pass sentence. The judge looked at the prisoner shivering & weeping inside the Gas Chamber & said via the microphone connected to the speakers inside the glass box, “You Georgia May Forde having been found guilty on three charges of 1st degree murder & are hereby sentenced to death in the state Gas Chamber. May God have mercy on your soul. Guards you may proceed to carry out the sentence”.

The courtroom doors were now locked shut & the spectators prepared to watch the show. A hush came over the court. The two guards stepped forward & quickly secured the squirming sobbing prisoner to the metal chair. They tightly bound her wrists & elbows to the arm rests.

No hood was pulled over Georgia May’s face leaving her to stare at those assembled to watch her die. The judge asked if she had any last words & all she could do was scream, “Noooooooh!”. Her final desperate plea for life was clearly transmitted to the courtroom through the Gas Chamber sound system

Many in the courtroom were highly aroused & shifted in their seats as the men’s cocks became rock hard, pressing against their trousers & the women squeezed their thighs together as their panties began to soak with their juices beneath their skirts.

The guards give the leather straps securing Georgia May to the metal chair a final check & leave the Gas Chamber & close the door behind them. The condemned girl sits shaking in the chair waiting for the deadly cyanide to begin to fill the glass room. As she hears the hiss of the fumes as they began to rise from the bucket beneath her seat her terrified eyes bulge open & she takes a futile deep last breath & closes her eyes

As the deadly gas fill the chamber Georgia May desperately tries to hold her breath for as long as she can however after a minute & a half she is forced to exhale & take a deep breath of the noxious fumes.

The effect on her is immediate. Her eyes again open wide as does her mouth. Her body tries to rise from the metal chair, all her muscles tense. She then collapses back into the chair & her body begins to shudder & convulse. Her unsecured legs thrash & kick lifting her black mini skirt up above her waist leaving her pink panties on permanent display.

Georgia May is dying in extreme pain.. Her face is a picture of agony, her eyes protrude out on stalks from a face that is slowly turning blue,, her mouth gapes open & her extended tongue drips drool

Georgia May’s suffering in the “Coughing Box” lasts thirteen minutes before she slumps dead in the metal char. Several of the spectators, men & women, orgasm as she dies.

Once it was all over the spectators filed silently out of the courtroom & the guards turned on the extractors to remove the deadly cyanide gas from the glass chamber to allow the doctor to enter the Gas Chamber & certify death

Alyssia found the story highly arousing & read it several times before retiring to bed to rub herself to a very satisfying climax

She began to correspond directly with Pussy. They would exchange ideas & they started to send each other their stories before publishing them on the internet. The latest one Alyssia received from Pussy she found especially stimulating. It was called “The Execution of Lindsay Lloyd”

The Execution of Lindsay Lloyd

The female prison guards opened the cell door & walked towards the cot where Lindsay was sitting. The senior guard, Lisa Blume, takes a moment to drink in Lindsay & size her up. The 23 year old prisoner was sitting on the cot shaking like a frightened rabbit.

Her short blue skirt had riden up her thighs almost revealing her panties under her flesh coloured hose. A pretty young woman was Lisa’s favourite victim to take to execution. Lindsay’s firm pert breasts moved up & down beneath her tight white blouse in unison with her heavy agitated breathing. Lisa thoght to herself, ” How sexy. Just looking at her & seeing her fear of what is to come is making me wet already”

Lindsay looked at Lisa & said her voice trembling, “How long have I got?”. Lisa replied. “The Governor will be with us in a couple of minutes Lindsay. You need to try to be brave”. The terrified prisoner began to sob. The Governor & the prison chaplain arrived. Lisa & the other guard went to Lindsay & took her by the arm &s gently but firmly lifted her from the cot & guided her out of the cell.
Led by the Governor the execution party walk down the corridor towards the death chamber

Inside the chamber the assembled witnesses eagerly awaited the arrival of the infamous guest of honour to take her place in the Gas Chamber & be put to death for her crime. Several of the spectators whispered to each other about how exciting it was going to be watching a young beautiful woman slowly asphyxiate to death in the Gas Chamber

The Governor opened the door to the death chamber & Lisa & her colleague, still holding Lindsay’s arms pushed the prisoner inside. The doomed young woman saw the instrument of her death for the first time.

The Gas Chamber was octagonal in shape, about ten feet across, with floor to ceiling glass windows onn each side apart from the panel at the rear which held the steel door. The door had a large wheel on the outside that was used to seal the Chamber air tight once the prisoner was secured inside.

Lindsay began to struggle wildly against the firm grip of Lisa & the other guard. She screamed like a trapped animal as they dragged her to the open door of the Chamber, forced her over the threshold & placed her in the chair in the middle of the Chamber.

They quickly secured the squirming young woman to the chair with the leather straps attached to it. These were pulled tight & buckled around her wrists, elbows waist & neck. They attached a heart monitor to her chest & then left the Chamber closing & sealing the door behind them.

Through tear filled eyes Lindsay looked out through the full glass walls of the Chamber at the men & women assembled to watch “Lovely Lethal Lindsay”, as the press had christened her writhe in agony in the Gas Chamber.

Many of the spectators leant forward in their seats relishing the spectacle before them as Lindsay was indeed lovely. She was slim with a slightly athletic build. Her shoulder length brown hair framed a deliciously delicate looking face. Her pert breasts rose & fell rapidly under her tight white top as her rate of breathing increased in line with her mounting terror. Her slim toned nylon clad legs trembled beneath her short blue skirt

The Governor picked up a microphone & spoke to Lindsay through the speakers inside the Gas Chamber. He said, “Lindsay Lloyd you have been sentenced to death by lethal gas for first degree murder. Have you anything to say before this sentence is carried out”

Lindsay could only shriek “No! No! Please no! Please have mercy! Oh God I don’t want to die”. She broke down weeping loudly

This was to be the first execution since the Gas Chamber had been wired for sound. The authorities had decided to add this feature to increase the deterrent impact of executions. Their view was that adding the sound of the condemned prisoner slowly gasping & choking to death to the sight of it would be more effective in helping to send out the message they wanted

The spectators looked at each other delighted at this innovation. Several cocks throbbed as men gently rubbed themselves through their trouser pockets & some women crossed their legs, pressing their thighs together as they felt the gussets of their panties begin to moisten under their skirts

Lisa the guard pressed the electronic button on her belt that turned on the small silent vibrator nestling in her pussy held in place by her tight pink panties & tan tights beneath her blue uniform skirt. She squirmed in her seat as she began to feel the delicious sensations pulse through her.

The executioner steps forward & pulls a lever at the side of the Gas Chamber. There is a slight whirring sound beneath the shivering Lindsay under the seat as the hook fitted there holding the gas pellets rotates & releases them with a splash into the small vat of acid below.

Instantly the pellets begin to sizzle in the vat & a thin white mist of deadly gas begins to slowly rise from the vat. As Lindsay feels the cool wetness of the gas rising against her legs she looks down & her eyes widen in terror & she screams, “God no! Please don’t do this! I don’t want to die! Please don’t kill me! Nooooooh! Nooooooh!”.The mist rises quickly. The doomed young woman screams “Help me! Please someone help me!”. As the cloud of gas passes her chest the despairing Lindsay takes a deep gulp of air

The sounds of desperate terror coming from the Gas Chamber add greatly to the spectacle & Lisa presses the button controlling her throbbing vibrator to try & delay the onset of her rapidly approaching orgasm. She glances around her & sees that most of the other witnesses to the execution seemed to be in the same state of sexual excitement as they gaze transfixed at the young woman in the Gas Chamber & listen to the noises she is making

As the gas brushes Lindsay’s tear streaked cheeks, she begins to fight against the leather straps holding her. Her head jerks from side to side as she tries hopelessly to avoid the deadly white mist. She tries to rise up in the chair to lift her head above the steadily climbing cloud which now envelopes her, it is only now a matter of her breathing in the gas. Lindsay continues to struggle, fighting the growing need to breathe as her lungs beg for air. Her eyes are wide open & filled with fear & dread as is she finally is forced to breathe in the air laced with the deadly cyanide

She jerks & strains at the leather straps, her legs kick frantically up & down her pumping thighs lift her short blue skirt at times above her waist displaying the tight white panties beneath her tan hose. She gasps again more deeply this time. Now the gas is beginning to take full effect. Lindsay’s convulsions & kicking become even more violent. She breaths now in choking pants, each exhalation accompanied by a strangled “Nooooooooh!”. Coughing starts to wrack her body . Now her sounds contain no words, she is grunting “Ughhh! Ughhh! Mmmgghhhh”.

The dying young woman takes her last full breath. Her body begins to convulse involuntarily. Her hands form fists & her arms pull against the straps holding her in the chair. Her eyes open even wider yet & then her mouth gapes open for one last time trying to bring in air, but her lungs are now paralyzed by the gas. Nothing! Terror pain, complete fear sweeps across her face & shows in her eyes. Her breasts heave one last time as she lets out her last bit of air

Her legs continue to kick wildly then slowly ease downward & their movements soon consist of only little twitches. Suddenly her whole body goes rigid straining against the straps & then falls back limp. Her eyes roll back in her head, her jaw drops open, & her head falls forward towards her chest. She gives one or two final twitches, then nothing

Lisa closes her eyes, keeps her mouth firmly shut, grips the arms of her chair & gently rocks back & forth as her orgasm sweeps through her. She is not alone. Several men’s cocks spurt their seed which floods their underpants & a few of the women spectators gasp & moan as they also come.

There was silence for a long moment in the death chamber. Then the whirring of the exhaust fan turned on by the executioner to clear the Gas Chamber of the deadly fumes was heard.

The prison doctor saw no readings on his monitor from the pad on the prisoner’s chest. When all of the gas has been taken out the executioner turned the wheel of the Gas Chamber door. The doctor went inside, used his stethoscope to listen for a heartbeat & felt for a pulse. He turned round & said, “ I pronounce this woman dead”.

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