58: MG & PT Get Together

As the girls continued to converse online they began to learn more about each other, where they lived, how old they were, where they stayed, but not their real names. They began to hold face to face Skype sessions & were instantly attracted to each other. They agreed to meet in London for a week & Alyssia invited Lucy to stay at her large London house.

Neither were very surprised when they spent the first night together in Alyssia’s house that they ended up in bed making love after reading more of each other’s stories. Though they now knew each other’s name they referred to each other as MG & PT. Alyssia pointed out to Lucy that if someone heard her call her Pussy it would lead to raised eyebrows.

The next morning MG said “PT wouldn’t it be awesome if we could actually go to an execution & see it for real?”

PT replied, “Yeah it would be cool however I can’t see how or where. Executions in the USA while widely reported aren’t public. The two countries that execute by far the most people are China & Iran. We both don’t like the way the Chinese kill people though I do admit their public sentencing rallies do look interesting & I can’t see the Iranians allowing two young Western women to attend even their public executions. Saudi Arabia beheads several people a year in public, though rarely women, & decapitation, while better than shooting people in the back of the head is just too quick”.

MG sighed, “I hear what you are saying. I think the only possibility would probably be somewhere like Singapore or Malaysia where they quite regularly hang young men & women for drug offences or one of the Southern African countries where death by hanging is still the sentence for murder. The problem then would be how we convinced the authorities to allow us to actually be present at an execution inside a prison. Short of going to one of those countries & getting a job as a prison warder on death row, which I can’t say I fancy very much, I can’t see how we could manage it”.

PT nodded & started to read the Times newspaper. She looked up excitedly & said “Look at this MG”. The article that had caught her attention concerned the upcoming trial in Botswana of a 24 year old woman called Meg Ryman for the alleged murder of her husband, a wealthy 50 year old businessman named Rupert in order to collect the very large life insurance policy he had taken out on himself of which Meg was the only beneficiary. The last sentence in the piece said simply that “Death by hanging was the normal penalty in a case of capital murder which this case the authorities viewed as most certainly coming into that category”.

The girl’s searched the internet for more information on the case & were delighted when they found a picture of Meg Ryman. The Times in its normal restrained style had failed to mention that Mrs Ryman was a drop dead gorgeous blonde. The girls agreed that if Meg was sent to the gallows they would try & think of a way of being at the hanging.

They spent the rest of week thoroughly enjoying themselves. During the day MG showed PT the London sights & in the evenings they would read more of each other’s work & then make love for half the night. PT told MG that she would be applying to the large advertising agency she worked at for a transfer to their London office

59: Gaborone

On her return to New York PT applied for a transfer to London & over the next three months the girls continued to correspond on an almost daily basis. While they kept on sending each other stories & comments on other similar tales they had read the first item in each e-mail usually concerned the latest development of the Meg Ryman trial in Gaborone, the capital of Botswana.

They were elated when Mrs Ryman was convicted of the capital murder of her husband, delighted when she was sentenced to death by hanging & over the moon when her final appeal was turned down. The date of the execution was set four weeks hence

MG & PT had carefully researched Meg’s back ground & all of the elements surrounding the case. They now put into operation the plan they had hatched with the objective of enabling them to witness the hanging at first hand.

As soon as the final appeal was refused & the execution date set MG flew to Gaborone & booked into the Hilton hotel. She unpacked putting on the bed the nun’s habit she had brought with her & reviewed the forged documents which she had prepared

The next morning, dressed in the nun’s uniform with all make up & nail varnish removed & carrying the documents, she knocked on the door of the offices of the Catholic Archbishop of Gaborone & was shown into his office

The Archbishop greeted her & said, “How can I help you Sister?”

MG replied, “It concerns the Meg Ryman case Your Grace. You see I was good friends at college with Meg in England before I took Holy Orders. At that time her faith was quite strong & I am deeply saddened at the situation she now finds herself in”

She handed the forged letter of introduction from an English Archbishop which explained who she was & why she was in Gaborone.

The Archbishop read the letter & said, “I didn’t know that the woman was a Catholic. I agree that it is our Christian duty to see if we can bring her some comfort in her few remaining weeks. I will make a phone call to a senior official I know quite well & request that you be allowed to visit Mrs Ryman”.

The girls biggest fear was that the Gaborone cleric would contact his English colleague to verify the credentials. They were gambling that the Gaborone Archbishop wouldn’t think this to be necessary. After all why would someone go to such lengths just to visit a prison cell in Botswana. They won their bet. It didn’t occur to the African Archbishop that this Catholic nun wasn’t who she said she was

Two days later MG was seated in a room at the prison where visitors could meet prisoners. When she was led into the room MG realized that the picture she had seen online hadn’t done Meg Ryman justice. Her curly blond hair was now quite short & despite the fact that she was pale & had no makeup applied to her delicate features, & appeared tired & listless, she was still beautiful. As a condemned prisoner Meg was allowed to wear her own clothes which were a white silk blouse, knee length slightly flared black skirt, flesh coloured pantyhose & black leather shoes

Meg had agreed to see “Sister Morrison”, which was the name MG had given to the Archbishop, only because it provided a diversion from the tedium of life on death row. She was taken aback when MG got up & hugged her in greeting & whispered in her ear, “Meg I am here to help, follow my lead & I may be able to get you out of here”

One of the guards stepped forward & said, “No touching is allowed I’m afraid Sister”

MG & Meg sat down on either side of a table. Meg appeared slightly stunned but listened attentively to Meg as she spoke, “As you can see our lives have gone in quite different paths since we were at College together. While you moved to Botswana I became a nun & I thought it my duty as a friend & a Christian to come out here & see if I can provide you with some companionship & comfort in your predicament”

Meg was quick to catch on, “It was very kind of you to come….I don’t know what to call you now?”

MG replied, “Sarah is still fine Meg”.

Over the next two weeks MG was allowed to visit Meg each day for an hour. At the end of their latest meeting MG said, “Hopefully next week Meg we will be joined by another College friend, who is also now a nun”

Meg asked hope beginning to stir in her, “Who is that Sarah?”

MG replied, “Mary Chan”.

Meg nodded & said, “It will be good to see Mary again”

Having taken two weeks holiday PT flew into Gaborone from New York the next day. MG met her at the airport dressed in her nun’s habit. As they hugged the American girl whispered to her lover, “God PT, You look so sweet & virginal in that get up. I can’t wait to get to the hotel where we can say hello properly”

Two hours later as the girls lay panting on the hotel room bed having given each other two long delayed & much anticipated very intense orgasms PT said, “You are some smart cookie MG. I honestly didn’t believe we would be able to get this far but thanks to you we have. Do you think they will allow me to come to the prison as well?”

MG responded, “I’m pretty sure they will. The Archbishop didn’t think there would be a problem”

PT smiled, “Superb, & poor Meg thinks that we are somehow going to rescue her. Well she is certainly in for a shock. I’m going to try my nun’s uniform on to see what I look like in it”

PT put on the habit & twirled round in it & asked, “Well how do I look?”

MG chuckled & said, “Good enough to eat. Now come back to bed, but keep the habit on. I have never had sex with a nun before & I want to see what it is like”

Two days later “Sister Morrison” & “Sister Chan” were admitted to the prison & Meg played her part to perfection. She greeted by PT by saying, “It is nice to see you again Mary”.

PT replied, “Bless you Meg. It is good to see you to”.

The day before the execution MG & PT were thrilled when they learned that their request to be present at the hanging had been granted

They arrived at the prison half an hour before the execution was due desperately trying to conceal their excitement. They were shown into the prison courtyard & directed to the witness seats which were placed in front of the gallows. It consisted of a large platform, with steps leading up one side & topped by a crossbeam with two supports. From the center of the beam hung a noose.

MG & PT glanced at each other trying not to grin at their achievement of being present at a real live execution. Their faces were already slightly flushed & their juices began to seep into the crotches of their panties under the nuns’ uniforms

In the death cell when the Governor, the prison chaplain, two guards & the hangman came for her Meg gave out a low guttural moan of total despair & she buried her head in her hands. The two guards pulled her to her feet & the executioner pulled her arms behind her back & fixed a restraining strap that pinioned her just above the elbows with just enough slack to allow her hands to touch.

Led by the hangman the death march to the scaffold began with the sobbing, pleading prisoner flanked & supported by the two guards. The Governor & the chaplain brought up the rear.

As the execution party entered the prison yard MG & PT bit their lips & grasped the arms of their chairs tightly at the sight of the terrified lovely young women being led to her death. Meg was wearing the same clothes that she had on the first time she had met PT, black knee length slightly flared black skirt & leather shoes, light tan pantyhose & a tight white silk blouse

As she mounted the gallows steps Meg looked down at the witnesses & saw PT & MG sitting there in their nun’s habits. She wailed, “You said you would save me!. Please help me! Please God help me! I don’t want to die!”

Once on the platform the hangman placed the shivering terrified young woman on the collapsible front section of the gallows. Her petrified face peered at & through the noose which swayed gently before her

The Governor stepped forward, took out a piece of paper from his pocket & began to read, “Megan Ryman, you have been convicted of the capital murder of your husband Rupert Ryman purely for financial gain. For this heinous crime you have been sentenced to be hanged by the neck until you are dead. Have you anything you wish to say before the sentence is carried out?”

Looking directly at PT & MG Meg sobbed, “But Sarah & Mary told me that they would save me. Please have mercy! Oh God! Please have mercy! I don’t want to die!”

The Governor nodded to the executioner & stepped back. The hangman came forward took hold of the noose & spread the loop with his hands. For a moment it framed Meg’s face & she watched it almost hypnotically as it came closer. She closed her eyes & let out small gasping sob as the rope was pulled over her head & tightened around her trembling slender neck. The hangman was careful to place the rope’s knot at the front side of the neck.

The most cold blooded, violent or multiple killers were always hanged in Botswana by the “Sort drop” method & this placing of the knot helped ensure that there would be no merciful breaking of the prisoner’s neck.

The executioner then pulled a tight white hood down over Meg’s head which covered her face to her chin. Her features were still clearly visible beneath the clinging fabric & the material over her mouth moved in out & her firm breasts moved up & down pressing against her tight white blouse as she breathed rapidly. Her entire body was trembling violently with terror & anticipation.

The hangman pulls the lever & Meg plunges downwards after the falling trap, her skirt rising up her legs to the middle of her thighs. She falls only three feet then the rope caught & her body seems to bounce slightly. Her legs flail apart & she convulses hideously breasts heaving, her entire form contorting & twisting. She spins around fighting the rope as it gets tighter & tighter about her neck like a constricting serpent.

The witnesses including MG & PT can clearly hear the gurgling strangling sounds coming from under the hood. The rope creaks with Meg’s weight & the effect of her frantic writhing. Her legs begin to kick wildly up & down lifting her skirt up high enough at times to afford the transfixed MG & PT delicious glimpses of her tight pink underwear under her pantyhose & both her shoes fly off.

Meg jerks & kicks in agony for several long excruciating minutes until the convulsions begin to calm & the kicking legs slowly relax until they dangle straight down. Finally she spins slowly, still & dead on the rope.

As Meg Ryman’s feet twitch for the last time MG & PT sway in their seats, eyes closed, desperately trying to keep from moaning as one of the most intense orgasms either girl had ever experienced sweeps throw them.

The prison doctor mounted a ladder that had been placed leaning on the trap & checked the hanging body’s chest for a heartbeat. He found none climbed back down & said to the Governor standing on the platform above. “I can confirm that this woman is dead”.

The Governor nodded & said, “These proceedings are now concluded. Thank you all for coming”.

He descended the gallows steps & walked across to the gradually recovering MG & PT whose eyes were still closed. He assumed they were praying & waited a moment before saying gently, “I wanted to thank you personally Sisters, especially you Sister Morrison. The last couple of weeks can’t have been easy for you. However you can comfort yourselves with the knowledge that your visits did bring calm & composure to the prisoner, & made life an awful lot easier for me & my staff than may well have been the case if you hadn’t been visiting her, almost to the end. Why do you think Mrs Ryman thought you could save her?”

MG had anticipated this question & replied, “I can only presume that in her desperation she twisted our prayers for the salvation of her soul into a vain hope that somehow we could also save her life, which was of course nonsense”

The Governor sighed & nodded, “I thought as much. Be assured I will be writing to the Archbishop thanking him for the help of the church & praising you for your work in very difficult circumstances. I just wish we had people like you on hand all the time to help with condemned prisoners, especially the female ones”

MG replied, “Thank you for your kind words Governor. We see it as doing God’s work, don’t we Sister Chan?”

MG nodded solemnly & said, “Indeed we do Sister Morrison. Indeed we do”

MG & PT returned to the hotel where they made love for about four hours, coming again & again as they relived the hanging of Meg Ryman. They vehemently agreed that they both wanted to repeat the experience

The next day they went to see the Archbishop & report on the events of the last few weeks. When they had finished the Archbishop said, “How was it for you Sisters?”

MG said, “We both found it difficult Your Grace, especially at the end, but it was also very fulfilling. We both felt we did make a difference to that poor woman’s last few weeks”.

The Archbishop nodded & said, “The Governor phoned me after the execution yesterday to thank me for your help & that of the church & he made a point of telling me he will be writing to me to formally thank me for that support. I think it only right that you are given a copy of his letter along with one of my own expressing my personal gratitude to you both”

PT said, “That would be very kind of you Your Grace & it would also be both humbling & gratifying.”

The Archbishop said, “I assume you will be going home quite soon. Will I send these letters to the English Archbishop’s address on the letter you showed me the first time we met Sister Morrison?”.

MG thought quickly, “There is no need for that Your Grace. Sister Chan is flying back to New York tomorrow but I am staying for a few more days so that I can relax & see something of your beautiful country. If I come back in two days do think you will have both the letters by then?”

“I am sure I will”, the Churchman” replied continuing, “The prison Governor said he would be sending me his letter by hand delivery today or tomorrow & as soon as I have it I will write my own letter of thanks”.

Back in the hotel MG said to PT, “Have you thought of the doors those letters could open for us PT?”

PT looked at her lover smiling widely as realisation began to dawn on her, “We could use them in any developing country in the world with a significant Catholic population to offer our services to help minister to a poor condemned young woman in her last days”

MG nodded & said, “Precisely, & if we can build up a significant number of testimonials such as these we may yet be able to watch some poor bitch cough her lungs out in a Gas Chamber in the good old US of A. Now come to bed for a while I want to have as many orgasms as possible before you go home tomorrow

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