57: Pussy Throbs

Alyssia e-mailed her on-line friend saying “Wow Pussy the “The Execution of Lindsay Lloyd” is great! You feel that you are sitting in the Death Chamber watching the execution. I read it several times & then made myself come THUNDEROUSLY!”

“Pussy Throbs” smiled delightedly when she received the latest message from MG as she called “Moist Gusset “. Pussy’s real name was Lucy Lai. She was a 23 year old New York advertising copywriter from a Chinese background. She was beautiful & petite & like Alyssia her interest in the subject had started when she had read about the crimes of Doctor Jane Edwards & the Chicago “College Girl” killers

She replied to MG, “Thanks for the positive feedback. I’m waiting impatiently to see your latest work”

The next day Alyssia sent Pussy her most recent story which was entitled “San Aruba”

San Aruba

The coup had failed. What angered President Marcuso most was that it had been planned & led by members of his own personal bodyguard all of whom he had personally selected. The bodyguards were famous throughout the world because without exception they were young female, beautiful, highly trained & deadly.

Their uniforms were also much commented on. During his education at the University of Edinburgh Marcuso had developed a fondness for the kilt. As a result he had personally chosen the uniform for his bodyguard which consisted of black jackets, ruffled white blouses with red, white & black ties & matching mini-kilts which reached to mid- thigh, tan panty-hose & black boots which just covered the knee

The President visited the prison where the coup plotters were being held. In total there were ten of them. As Marcuso walked down the corridor looking in the cells at the prisoners an idea began to form in his head. After the stresses of the last few weeks he felt he needed some well deserved “R & R”. He went out into the prison yard where the garotte sat.

The garotte was essentially a wooden chair however it had been built for one purpose & had a few special features. It had wide spread & very solid legs & heavy arms. Built of strong dark wood they were very stable & almost impossible for the occupant to tip over. The chair back supported a vertical post with holes bored in it every few inches. These were for the fitting of the strangling rope, depending on the height of the condemned prisoner. Wide leather straps with leather buckles were bolted to the arms of the chair & to the lower back.

The President summoned the prison governor & issued his instructions saying he would be returning the next afternoon & he expected all the required preparations to have been made

The next day Marcuso entered the prison yard with his current favourite, a beautiful Swedish member of his bodyguard named Anna Svenson who had been steadfastly loyal during the unsuccessful coup, & smiled in satisfaction as he saw that his instructions had been followed to the letter. The ten plotters, still wearing their uniforms were each tied to chairs looking directly at the garotte. They are all terrified, just as Marcuso had intended.

The President stood in front of the prisoners & said. “Well ladies as you all probably suspected you are all going to be executed. Two of you will die today in the prison &, the remaining eight will be publicly executed in the square outside my palace tomorrow”

On hearing this some of the young women began to cry

Marcuso continued, “However before we get started we are going to have some fun. Since my visit yesterday you have been dosed with a powerful stimulant in your food. The effect of this drug is to enhance the senses including pleasure & of course pain. We are now going to see just how effective it is”.

He nodded at the waiting prison guards who went to one of the youngest prisoners. She screamed & struggled as they untied her. However instead of dragging the prisoner to the garotte they secured her face down on a table which was placed between the deadly chair & the prisoners

The President said to the Swedish,“Anna prepare the prisoner”.

The lovely blonde walked over to the trembling prostrate prisoner who was a beautiful former Russian athlete who had been barred from competing for being a drug cheat & lifted up the girl’s tartan mini-kilt. She then started to massage the gusset of the prisoner’s white panties & put her other hand up her own short tartan skirt & begins to rub her own crotch

Marcuso gently played with his throbbing cock through his trouser pocket as he watched on

The stimulant began to take effect & despite her terror the prisoner started to respond to Anna’s expert attentions. Her firm young buttocks squirmed under her tight panties & she started to moan

The Swedish girl looked at the President & said, “I think she is ready Your Excellency”.

Anna moved away & was replaced by Marcuso behind the wriggling groaning girl. He unzipped his trousers & took out his rock hard cock. He pulled down the prisoner’s tights & panties & started to fuck her. Despite his best efforts Marcuso came in a couple of minutes as he was so aroused by the terror of the prisoners & the feel of the girl’s luscious bottom grinding against him. The impact of the President’s spurting seed pushed the prisoner into orgasm & she moaned loudly as she came.

The President zipped up his trousers & nodded to the prison guards & the masked executioner. They went to the table, pulled up the prisoner’s underwear, untied her & dragged her to the garotte. The pleasure of her climax was instantly replaced by her terror of the deadly chair & she shrieked & struggled as she was secured to it by the leather straps around her wrists, elbows & waist

The other prisoners stared in petrified horror at what was happening in front of their eyes. Marcuso looked at them & smiled. This was proving to be even better than he had anticipated

The executioner threaded a piece of rope through a hole in the pole on top of the chair back, placed it round the girl’s shivering neck, & pulled it back through a second hole. He then tied it off & placed a wooden handle between the tied rope & the post

The President said, “Do your duty executioner, but as we discussed not too quickly”. He then went & sat down next to Anna to enjoy the show

The executioner slowly begins to turn the wooden handle & the doomed prisoner starts to develop breathing problems. “Please”, She croaks, “Have mercy. Please spare me”. These would be her last words.

She gives out a gurgling gasp. Her body arches in the seat as much as the straps binding her allow & her legs kick out & up & down, again displaying her white panties to those watching. Her pert firm breasts twitch as she squirms in the chair.

Marcuso studies the prisoner’s face as she strangles. Sometimes her eyes are closed, but they are mostly wide open. Dark & full of pain, they beg silently for an absent mercy

The executioner plays her body like a fine instrument, taking her through the various destinations of pain available to a slowly strangling girl. He is highly experienced & has an excellent sense of how much a prisoner can take. He modulates the tightness of the rope, giving her a little breathing room here & there making it last. She is always in agony, enhanced by the stimulant, but never completely unable to breathe.

He continues like this for ten minutes as he had been instructed beforehand by the President & then he gave the wooden handle a final twist & the rope goes lethally taut.

The girl begins to buck & heave in her death throes, her mouth in the almost purple face opens wide & her tongue emerges to droop down to her chin. Her booted heels thump against the bottom of the chair. Finally she convulses one last time & then her body slumps in the chair.

Marcuso claps his hands & smiles at Anna, “Bravo Mr Exexcutioner. That was superb. I think we will take a break for half an hour for some refreshment. It will let these young ladies contemplate the fate of traitors & also wonder which one of them will be next to feel the embrace of the garotte”

With that the President & Anna went inside the prison leaving the remaining nine prisoners howling in terror

Thirty minutes later a second girl, also one of the youngest plotters, this time a very pretty former Taiwanese soldier was tied to the table, shrieking & struggling. She too was stimulated by Anna, before being fucked by the President & then slowly & agonizingly strangled to death on the garotte, the first victim’s body having been removed

Marcuso got up & said to the remaining eight prisoners. “Well girls, I think that is enough fun for today. I shall look forward to seeing you all in the palace square tomorrow”.

He then left the prison with Anna & they returned to the palace where the Swede’s skilled tongue soon brought the President’s cock back to rigidity before he enjoyed his third fuck of the day

The execution of the eight remaining plotters including the leader of the attempted coup, Angela Von Bulow who had been in charge of the Presidential bodyguard, was to be carried out in the main square before the Presidential Palace. Marcuso was determined to send a strong message to his people on what will happen to those who rebelled against his regime.

The State news channel’s cameras were already set up ready to carry the executions live into every home in San Aruba & to project them onto the two huge screens set up at the sides of the square. The day before the executions a platform was erected in the square & on it were placed eight garottes, all identical to the one that had been used in the prison earlier.

Half an hour before the appointed time the crowd began to file into the square. Ten minutes before the executions were due to begin the Presidential party appeared on the specially constructed dias in front of the platform on which the garottes sit.

The eight sobbing terror stricken condemned young women mounted the scaffold still wearing their white ruffled blouses, red, white & black mini-kilts, tan panty-hose & black boots. Each one was placed in one of the terrifying wooden chairs & secured by other members of the Presidential bodyguard in full uniform who like Anna had remained loyal during the coup attempt. Angela Von Bulow was put in the last garotte on the right of the platform

President Marcuso went & stood in front of the microphone placed on a a table at the front of the dias & addressed the several thousand strong crowd.

“Fellow citizens of San Aruba these eight prisoners have been condemned to death for treason against the State. Let these executions be warning to all potential traitors of the fate that awaits them”.

As instructed under the guns of the watching soldiers the spectators roared their approval.

They fell silent as the masked executioner mounted the scaffold. The only sound in the square is that of single drum beating ominously. He went & stood behind the trembling girl in the chair on the far left, placed the rope around her neck, inserted the wooden handle & looked up at Marcuso waiting for the signal to start the execution

The first victim was a beautiful black Jamacian girl, who like the Russian who had been executed the previous day was a former athlete who had been barred from the sport for cheating by using drugs. She was six foot tall with short cropped black hair & seemingly endless long slender but well- toned legs. As the executioner took up his position behind her & put the rope around her neck she let out a loud ululating scream of terror which echoed round the square & drowned out the steady drum beat

The President lifts & drops his hand & the executioner begins to turn the wooden handle. The drumming stops. As she starts to feel the pressure of the rope on her neck the prisoner starts to beg for mercy until her voice breaks into a guttural groan. Her face shows the horror of what is happening to her. Her eyes are wide open, her face contorted into a grimace of pure drug stimulated agony & her mouth is half open. Her body arches backwards, muscles in tension, projecting her breasts forward, her legs kick wildly exposing her pink panties to the delighted crowd & her booted feet crash up & down on the wooden platform.

As he had the day before the executioner works with practiced deliberate slownesss. After ten minutes he fully twists the handle finally sealing the doomed girl’s windpipe. At last her movements begin to weaken & slow. Her bulging eyes are still desperately looking around looking for salvation but finding none. Her breasts give a huge heave & she goes into one last violent convulsion, a shudder passes through her body, her eyes roll back, drool drips from her fully extended tongue & finally mercifully she dies.

The cameras focused in on the dead girl’s horribly congested & purple face, bloodshot eyes & fully extended drool covered tongue.. The crowd was now silent as the spectators watched the big screen as the camera slowly panned down the prisoner’s dead body, pausing on the now highly visible tight pink panties under the rucked up tartan mini-skirt

The girl in the next garotte has by now lost all control. She looks at the body slumped in the chair beside her & the grotesque pictures on the large screen. She weeps hysterically, the sobs only interrupted by despairing statements of repentance & desperate please for mercy. It doesn’t do her any good & her weeping & pleading are silenced by the slow but remorseless tightening of the rope around her neck. After a further ten minutes or so two sets of sightless bulging eyes stare sightlessly out from purple & distorted faces, the swollen tongues hanging from the mouths. They are beautiful no longer

On the presidential dias Marcuso’s cock is so hard it feels to him that it will rip through his trousers. Anna rocks backwards & forwards in her chair as the silently humming vibrator in her pussy does its delicious work

The executioner worked his way down the line. All of the prisoner’s sobbed & begged for their lives before they were slowly & agonizingly strangled to death.

Almost an hour & a half had passed since the first garotting started. Now the only prisoner left alive was the leader of the coup Angela Von Bulow. Angela was from Paraguay & is of German extraction. She was a 30 year old former mercenary & was tall blonde, statuesque & beautiful. Her major motivation in planning the coup had been the fact that she had been replaced in Marcuso’s affections by the Swedish girl Anna

Angela was normally a composed & quite brave military professional but by now she was a gibbering, sobbing wreck, totally broken by the events of yesterday & today, as of course Marcuso had intended.

As instructed by the President the executioner paused before he approached the last shaking terrified weeping young woman on the final garotte.

Marcuso got to his feet & again spoke into the microphone, “And now we come to the chief traitor. The woman who planned to kill me & take over as Presdident, Angela Von Bulow. I trusted this woman & regarded her as a friend & colleague & she betrayed & tried to kill me.”

On cue the crowd roared & shouted,“Death to traitors! Long live President Marcuso!”

Marcuso waited for a minute for the noise to die down & then saids, “Executioner do your duty!”

The executioner steps behind the last sobbing prisoner slips the strangling noose around her neck & for the final time that day starts to turn the wooden handle. Despite having witnessed close up nine executions Angela discovers that the pain produced by the strangling rope around her neck is beyond all she could have imagined. It is something absolutely inhuman.

She gasps & gurgles as the air whistles in & out of her slowly closing thorax. Her body begins to struggle as her lungs fail to fill fully with the air they need. Her large breasts heave & flop, her head bangs against the post & her legs thresh & flail in the air showing off her powder blue panties to the highly appreciative crowd. Her boots thump repeatedly on the wooden platform.

Her gasps rise in pitch as the opening in her airway is squeezed even smaller. Her face darkens, her head shakes from side to side, her arms twist & turn in their bonds as she tries to defeat the leather straps & free her hands to try & relieve the killing pressure on her neck. Her lovely firm bottom slides from side to side, her swollen tongue pokes through the white froth filling her mouth, drool drips onto her chin

The President had told the executioner that he wanted Angela to take at least twenty minutes to die & he was only too happy to oblige. Finally after the required time has elapsed her excruciating agony is finally brought to an end as the executioner fully tightens the rope round her neck. Angela stops jerking & kicking & her chin drops to her chest, her body limp. The crowd applauds.

Marcuso went to the microphone for the last time & shouted, “Death to traitors!”. The crowd roared back as instructed “Long live President Marcuso!”.

The Presidential party left the dias & returned to the palace. As soon as Marcuso & Anna are inside his quarters he grabbed the Swedish girl, pushed her against the door ripped her panties & tights off, reached inside her pussy & removed & threw away the vibrator, dropped his trousers & underpants to his ankles & started to frantically fuck her. The President was a big man & he had no trouble in supporting Anna’s full weight as she wrapped her black booted legs around his waist. After a minute of feverish fucking they both climaxed more intensely than they have ever done in their lives before.

After they have composed themselves, Anna went & poured them both drinks. Marcuso sat down, lit a cigar & said, “You know my dear I can’t remember the last time I have enjoyed myself as I have over yesterday & today. Please make sure we are given the film of today’s executions so that we can watch them again at our leisure”.

The Swedish girl sat down on the sofa next to the President & said, “Perhaps Your Excellency should take more of an interest in the criminal justice system, especially with regard to young attractive women convicted of capital crimes. After all the Chinese hold large sentencing rallies before executing prisoners by shooting them in the back of the head, which by the way I think is gross, messy & far too quick, why don’t we do something similar?”

She continued, “As we have seen today & yesterday the garotte is a much more refined & exquisite method of execution than simply blowing someone’s brains out. Also I am sure that the exchequer would benefit from the films of the executions being sold world-wide on the dark web”.

Marcuso threw his head back, roared with laughter & said, “Anna you are a genius! That is exactly what we will do. Please make sure that every single instance of a woman convicted of a capital crime is immediately brought to my attention along with a photograph of the prisoner. Now please go & bend over the bottom of the bed as I want to fuck you again”

The Swedish girl smiled & said, “Of course Your Excellency, but there is one request I would like to make”

The President smiled indulgently & said, “Anything within reason shall be yours”

Anna sighed & said, “Well Mr President if you are going to continue ripping my panties & tights to pieces I think it is only fair that you increase my uniform & clothing allowance”.

Marcuso grinned & said, “Request granted. Buy as many pairs of panties & tights as you want. Now get over to the bed, bend over, & lift your cute little skirt up. I need to fuck you & I need to fuck you now”.

The Swedish girl smiled sweetly & said, “Of course Your Excellency. Your wish is my command”.

Lucy loved the story & e-mailed Alyssia, “Superb MG!. All I can say is Marcuso for President of the USA! He is bound to be better than our current dickhead. If it existed I would suggest we go on holiday & meet in San Aruba & rub our pussies raw at their public garottings of young women”.

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