Execution Tales Chapter 64
Forum Home > Public : Stories > Execution Tales Chapter 64Page: 1
64: Home Again
On their return to London they were debriefed by two MI6 officers a man & a woman, both of whom had known Jennifer. Despite their professionalism they were both upset when MG & PT described the last half hour of their colleagues life.
The woman officer’s eyes filled with tears & she blurted out, “Those fucking bastards”. Remembering the vocation of the women she was interviewing she said, “I’m sorry Sisters, apologies for my language. But Jennifer & I were friends.
MG looked at her & said, “You have no need to apologize to us. God forgive me, but I agree entirely with your sentiments. In fact I would go further & they weren’t just fucking bastards, they were evil sadistic fucking bastards”.
PT feigned shock at her lover & MG sighed & said, “Don’t look at me like that Sister Chan. I will confess to my feelings & language tomorrow & accept whatever penance I am given”
The male officer said, “I would like you to know Sisters that everyone in our organization is very grateful for what you did. We derive a small level of comfort that you were with Jennifer right up to the end. If there is anything we can do for you in the future please don’t hesitate to ask”.
That night in bed after making love MG laughed & said , “For fuck sake PT we now have MI6 on our side. Maybe we will get to see some poor woman choke to death in the Gas Chamber
In anticipation of that possibility PT started her next story the next day which was based on the real life case of Barbara Graham in 1950’s California
“Barbara Graham”
Barbara Graham gasped shocked as she heard the judge sentence her to death by lethal gas
After sentence had been passed she was taken back to San Quentin Prison & confined on death row. Barbara had been convicted & sentenced to death for murder during a robbery along with two male petty criminals named Perkins & Santos. She was there for six weeks as the appeals process ground its way through the courts until the State Governor rejected her final appeal
The case generated huge news coverage throughout the country, mainly because Barbara was a very attractive 28 year old woman. The media christened her “Deadly Babs”
With grim humour convicts at San Quentin Prison north of San Francisco called the Gas Chamber “The coughing box”. This macabre play on words said it all: it both made human beings cough & acted as a coffin. “It” was a green octagonal gas chamber, a steel vault with eight sides & glass windows for invited witnesses to watch the condemned person die.
The only entrance was a rubber sealed heavy steel door with a large locking wheel like something from a submarine. Inside the gas chamber were two metal chairs – in case of a “Double event” – with thick leather straps to hold the threshing bodies still
On the day of the execution there was still a possibility that the Governor would commute the death sentence to one of life imprisonment but the prison officials told Barbara not to get her hopes up & to try & reconcile herself to her fate.
The execution was scheduled for 11.30 am. Barbara was to be put to death first, followed by her two male accomplices. At 11.15 the phone rang in the Prison Governor’s office. It was the State Governor’s office & he was instructed to proceed with the executions. The Prison Governor went to death row & informed Barbara that her final plea for mercy had been rejected.
She was stunned & horrified when the Governor showed her the death warrant. She cried, “They have to grant me a reprieve! They must! I want to live”. She broke down sobbing but managed to ask if she is to be executed straight away. The Governor nodded.
She requested that she was blindfolded & her sleep mask which covered only her eyes was tied to her head by the guards. She pleaded, “Please don’t do this to me. My son needs me”. Two female guards helped her to her feet from her seat & gently but firmly guided Barbara out of the cell & towards the eight sided Gas Chamber
The witnesses, mainly reporters from all the main news outlets gasped as the doomed woman entered the death chamber. In blue-green light the lower part of her face below the mask looked as white as ivory. Her natural chestnut hair, grown back from being bleached blonde looked soft & shiny.
She was wearing a beige woolen suit which hugged her womanly body tight. She tripped slightly on the door threshold of the Gas Chamber & was prevented from falling by the two male guards who had taken over escorting the condemned woman from their female colleagues.
They placed her in one of the two metal chairs inside the Gas Chamber, removed her shooes & secured her with the leather straps attached to it. She was bound to the chair at the waist, wrists, knees & ankles. The guard strapping her knees & ankles two feet apart couldn’t resist looking up Barbara’s skirt & gulped as he drank in the sight of her stocking tops & the vee of her white panties above them,.
The final touch was the attachment of the heart monitor to her chest. The guards carried out a final check to make sure that Barbara was fully secured & that the heart monitor was working properly.
As they went to leave the Gas Chamber one of them leant down & whispered in Barbara’s ear, “When you hear the fizzing sound count to ten & then take as many deep breaths as you can. It will make things easier for you”. The terrified trembling woman looked up at him & said, “How the hell would you know?”. The guards then departed the Gas Chamber sealing the door behind them.
The senior guard present switched on the tannoy system which was connected to the inside of the Gas Chamber. The witnesses could hear Barbara breathing & the rustling of her clothing against the metal chair as she shook & fidgeted.
The senior guard opened the pressure valve which checked the Gas Chamber for air tightness & Barbara gasps as she heard the noise of it. The water level monitor confirmed that the Gas Chamber was sealed.
The guard looked at the Governor who nodded. He turned the hand wheel which opened the valve which released the dilute sulphuric acid into the small vat below the seat.
“Oh God!, Barbara whimpered as she heard the liquid acid pour into the vat beneath her. She sobbed, “Please no!”. She was now breathing heavily. The guard then released the lever which dropped the six sodium cyanide eggs into the acid.
Barbara let out a little girlish squeal when she heard the fizz of the gas pellets as they went into the acid & began to produce cyanide gas. Barbara cries out, “Oh God!...Don’t do this!......I want to live!”. Though the tannoy speaker the witnesses heard her take a deep breath, ignoring the guards advice.
The cloud of gas begins to swirl out from beneath the chair & Barbara feels it’s cold vapour through her tan stockings. She begins to writhe against the leather straps trying to break free, but of course they are far too strong.
The deadly mist reaches her waist wafting up her skirt. As it rises up her body above her chest Barbara lets out a final long “Noooooooh!” & begins to vigorously squirm in the metal seat, her skirt begins to rise up her thighs as she struggles, however she is well past the stage of being concerned about her dignity.
Barbara can’t hold her breath any longer & the witnesses hear her exhale loudly, then as she snatches another breath she inhales a weak mixture of cyanide & air. She squeals & throws her head back, lets out a groan & begins to grunt as her lungs begin to spasm, drawing in more of the lethal mixture
All of her muscles contract & ripple as she twists & jerks in the metal chair. Her back arches. She desperately fights with all her might to escape the leather straps binding her to the chair but that is never going to happen.
Her whole body begins to fit. Barbara grunts with each convulsion, under the sleep mask her eyes bulge in their sockets, her lips are drawn back over her teeth. As she writhes & gasps her face flushes red & then slowly turns blue
The sight of Barbara’s execution captivates the witnesses. Her convulsions combined with the views up her skirt give every man in the room watching Barbara die a raging erection. Some of the female witnesses are also highly aroused by her suffering in the Gas Chamber. They surreptitiously massage their breasts as the crotches of their panties under their tight skirts become very wet.
Barbara’s entire body is now convulsing vigorously. She wriggles against the back of the chair pushing her hips forward as the cyanide takes full effect. Copious amounts of drool bubble from her mouth & run down her chin to dribble onto her white blouse.
Her grunts begin to weaken as she slowly succumbs to the gas. The dying woman tries to rise from the chair & then slowly relaxes back into it, her head rolling forward. Under the mask her eyes are still wide open, her mouth gapes wide, her tongue lolling out with droll dripping from it. Barbara twitches one last time & then she is still. Barbara Graham was at last dead & justice had been done
On the way back to their offices from San Quentin several of the journalists with a man & a woman in the same car pulled over to have frantic sex, so turned on are they by Barbara’s execution. They get into the back seat of their vehicles, the men’s hands feverishly reached up their female colleague’s skirts & ripped their panties off & they desperately fucked . Afterwards most agree that it is the best sex they have ever had
On their return to London they were debriefed by two MI6 officers a man & a woman, both of whom had known Jennifer. Despite their professionalism they were both upset when MG & PT described the last half hour of their colleagues life.
The woman officer’s eyes filled with tears & she blurted out, “Those fucking bastards”. Remembering the vocation of the women she was interviewing she said, “I’m sorry Sisters, apologies for my language. But Jennifer & I were friends.
MG looked at her & said, “You have no need to apologize to us. God forgive me, but I agree entirely with your sentiments. In fact I would go further & they weren’t just fucking bastards, they were evil sadistic fucking bastards”.
PT feigned shock at her lover & MG sighed & said, “Don’t look at me like that Sister Chan. I will confess to my feelings & language tomorrow & accept whatever penance I am given”
The male officer said, “I would like you to know Sisters that everyone in our organization is very grateful for what you did. We derive a small level of comfort that you were with Jennifer right up to the end. If there is anything we can do for you in the future please don’t hesitate to ask”.
That night in bed after making love MG laughed & said , “For fuck sake PT we now have MI6 on our side. Maybe we will get to see some poor woman choke to death in the Gas Chamber
In anticipation of that possibility PT started her next story the next day which was based on the real life case of Barbara Graham in 1950’s California
“Barbara Graham”
Barbara Graham gasped shocked as she heard the judge sentence her to death by lethal gas
After sentence had been passed she was taken back to San Quentin Prison & confined on death row. Barbara had been convicted & sentenced to death for murder during a robbery along with two male petty criminals named Perkins & Santos. She was there for six weeks as the appeals process ground its way through the courts until the State Governor rejected her final appeal
The case generated huge news coverage throughout the country, mainly because Barbara was a very attractive 28 year old woman. The media christened her “Deadly Babs”
With grim humour convicts at San Quentin Prison north of San Francisco called the Gas Chamber “The coughing box”. This macabre play on words said it all: it both made human beings cough & acted as a coffin. “It” was a green octagonal gas chamber, a steel vault with eight sides & glass windows for invited witnesses to watch the condemned person die.
The only entrance was a rubber sealed heavy steel door with a large locking wheel like something from a submarine. Inside the gas chamber were two metal chairs – in case of a “Double event” – with thick leather straps to hold the threshing bodies still
On the day of the execution there was still a possibility that the Governor would commute the death sentence to one of life imprisonment but the prison officials told Barbara not to get her hopes up & to try & reconcile herself to her fate.
The execution was scheduled for 11.30 am. Barbara was to be put to death first, followed by her two male accomplices. At 11.15 the phone rang in the Prison Governor’s office. It was the State Governor’s office & he was instructed to proceed with the executions. The Prison Governor went to death row & informed Barbara that her final plea for mercy had been rejected.
She was stunned & horrified when the Governor showed her the death warrant. She cried, “They have to grant me a reprieve! They must! I want to live”. She broke down sobbing but managed to ask if she is to be executed straight away. The Governor nodded.
She requested that she was blindfolded & her sleep mask which covered only her eyes was tied to her head by the guards. She pleaded, “Please don’t do this to me. My son needs me”. Two female guards helped her to her feet from her seat & gently but firmly guided Barbara out of the cell & towards the eight sided Gas Chamber
The witnesses, mainly reporters from all the main news outlets gasped as the doomed woman entered the death chamber. In blue-green light the lower part of her face below the mask looked as white as ivory. Her natural chestnut hair, grown back from being bleached blonde looked soft & shiny.
She was wearing a beige woolen suit which hugged her womanly body tight. She tripped slightly on the door threshold of the Gas Chamber & was prevented from falling by the two male guards who had taken over escorting the condemned woman from their female colleagues.
They placed her in one of the two metal chairs inside the Gas Chamber, removed her shooes & secured her with the leather straps attached to it. She was bound to the chair at the waist, wrists, knees & ankles. The guard strapping her knees & ankles two feet apart couldn’t resist looking up Barbara’s skirt & gulped as he drank in the sight of her stocking tops & the vee of her white panties above them,.
The final touch was the attachment of the heart monitor to her chest. The guards carried out a final check to make sure that Barbara was fully secured & that the heart monitor was working properly.
As they went to leave the Gas Chamber one of them leant down & whispered in Barbara’s ear, “When you hear the fizzing sound count to ten & then take as many deep breaths as you can. It will make things easier for you”. The terrified trembling woman looked up at him & said, “How the hell would you know?”. The guards then departed the Gas Chamber sealing the door behind them.
The senior guard present switched on the tannoy system which was connected to the inside of the Gas Chamber. The witnesses could hear Barbara breathing & the rustling of her clothing against the metal chair as she shook & fidgeted.
The senior guard opened the pressure valve which checked the Gas Chamber for air tightness & Barbara gasps as she heard the noise of it. The water level monitor confirmed that the Gas Chamber was sealed.
The guard looked at the Governor who nodded. He turned the hand wheel which opened the valve which released the dilute sulphuric acid into the small vat below the seat.
“Oh God!, Barbara whimpered as she heard the liquid acid pour into the vat beneath her. She sobbed, “Please no!”. She was now breathing heavily. The guard then released the lever which dropped the six sodium cyanide eggs into the acid.
Barbara let out a little girlish squeal when she heard the fizz of the gas pellets as they went into the acid & began to produce cyanide gas. Barbara cries out, “Oh God!...Don’t do this!......I want to live!”. Though the tannoy speaker the witnesses heard her take a deep breath, ignoring the guards advice.
The cloud of gas begins to swirl out from beneath the chair & Barbara feels it’s cold vapour through her tan stockings. She begins to writhe against the leather straps trying to break free, but of course they are far too strong.
The deadly mist reaches her waist wafting up her skirt. As it rises up her body above her chest Barbara lets out a final long “Noooooooh!” & begins to vigorously squirm in the metal seat, her skirt begins to rise up her thighs as she struggles, however she is well past the stage of being concerned about her dignity.
Barbara can’t hold her breath any longer & the witnesses hear her exhale loudly, then as she snatches another breath she inhales a weak mixture of cyanide & air. She squeals & throws her head back, lets out a groan & begins to grunt as her lungs begin to spasm, drawing in more of the lethal mixture
All of her muscles contract & ripple as she twists & jerks in the metal chair. Her back arches. She desperately fights with all her might to escape the leather straps binding her to the chair but that is never going to happen.
Her whole body begins to fit. Barbara grunts with each convulsion, under the sleep mask her eyes bulge in their sockets, her lips are drawn back over her teeth. As she writhes & gasps her face flushes red & then slowly turns blue
The sight of Barbara’s execution captivates the witnesses. Her convulsions combined with the views up her skirt give every man in the room watching Barbara die a raging erection. Some of the female witnesses are also highly aroused by her suffering in the Gas Chamber. They surreptitiously massage their breasts as the crotches of their panties under their tight skirts become very wet.
Barbara’s entire body is now convulsing vigorously. She wriggles against the back of the chair pushing her hips forward as the cyanide takes full effect. Copious amounts of drool bubble from her mouth & run down her chin to dribble onto her white blouse.
Her grunts begin to weaken as she slowly succumbs to the gas. The dying woman tries to rise from the chair & then slowly relaxes back into it, her head rolling forward. Under the mask her eyes are still wide open, her mouth gapes wide, her tongue lolling out with droll dripping from it. Barbara twitches one last time & then she is still. Barbara Graham was at last dead & justice had been done
On the way back to their offices from San Quentin several of the journalists with a man & a woman in the same car pulled over to have frantic sex, so turned on are they by Barbara’s execution. They get into the back seat of their vehicles, the men’s hands feverishly reached up their female colleague’s skirts & ripped their panties off & they desperately fucked . Afterwards most agree that it is the best sex they have ever had
You need to be logged in to view attachments.
MG inspired by PT’s “Barbara Graham” returned to the computer keyboard & penned her next story. She set in 1969 in Spain when General Franco was in power
The ETA Girls
21 year old Ariana Gomez & 22 year old Yuliana Penna were arrested along with three male comrades in Madrid after a bombing campaign in the Spanish capital that had killed several members of the Guardia Civil. All five were members of ETA the Basque terrorist organization that justified their actions as they were carried out in the name of Basque independence
The trial of the five terrorists was given widespread media coverage not least because Ariana & Yuliana looked more like models than ruthless killers. They were both quite tall & slim with fabulous figures & manes of long black lustrous hair. Each day at the trial their lovely long legs were well displayed by the mini-skirts they habitually wore. However their appearance didn’t help them & the two ETA girls were found guilty on all counts along with their three male colleagues. All five were sentenced to death on the garotte
There was some lobbying by human rights groups against the death sentences but the Spanish authorities brushed it aside. The sentences were welcomed by the majority of the Spanish people who while weary of the restrictions imposed on them by Franco’s military dictatorship were even more sick of the atrocities being perpetrated by ETA
On the morning of the executions 33 year old Felicia Santos, the female officer in charge of the women’s wing of the central prison in Madrid looked out of her office window at the garotte standing on its platform four feet above the ground. She smiled in anticipation at what was to come.
Her tight panties were already slightly moist under her knee length black uniform skirt. While she knew that she would find the execution of the three men entertaining what she was really looking forward to was the garotting of the two young women. Felicia was a dyed in wool fascist & vicious sexual sadist. She also happened to be a lesbian.
She turned to her current lover Maria Saurez & said. “Not long now Maria”.
25 year old Maria was a more junior officer & she too was a sexual sadist who got off on watching young women & girls suffer. Maria replied, “I can’t wait Felicia. My pussy is already getting wet just thinking about it”.
Felicia nodded & said, “Me to. I have just been told that on General Franco’s orders the spike on the garotte that normally severs the prisoners’ spinal cords has been removed. The five ETA terrorists are going to be slowly strangled by the steel collar alone, including of course the delectable Ariana & Yuliana & to put the icing on the cake the executions are to be filmed”
Half an hour later all was ready & the dozen or so witnesses including Felicia & Maria sat in their seats in front of the garotte on its platform. The cameras were ready & the masked executioner stood waiting behind the terrible instrument of death
One at a time the three young men are brought out, their sentences are read to them & they are garotted. Each was stoic & silent until they felt the steel collar tighten round their necks & they fully realised how they were going to die.
All three started to scream but their cries were silenced by the strangling collar. They bucked & heaved, legs flailing & kicking as their faces slowly darkened.
Felicia & Maria were amused by the sight of their bulging erections pressing against their trousers. The women officers crossed their legs under their skirts & pressed their thighs together.
On the orders of General Franco the men were garotted very slowly. The Generalissimo had instructed that each prisoner be kept alive for at least ten minutes before the steel collar was fully tightened breaking their necks.
In their cells Ariana & Yuliana couldn’t see what was happening in the prison yard but they could hear it all too clearly, the screams suddenly cut off replaced by desperate gasping & choking & the banging of the heels & feet on the wooden platform.
The terrified girls hands went to their slender necks as they starte to understand that there is to be no merciful quick breaking of their necks. They sobbed in terror.
They came for Ariana first. Like all of the condemned she was wearing the clothes she was sentenced in which in her case consisted of a white blouse, a tight black leather mini-skirt, flesh coloured pantyhose & knee length black boots.
Arianna struggled & wept as she was taken from the cell out into the prison yard. She mewled in terror when she saw the garotte for the first time.
The guards dragged the futilely resisting girl up the four steps to the platform & forced her to sit on the wooden stool. They then handcuffed her hands behind the pole & further secured her to it by means of a leather strap around her waist.
The Prison Governor stepped forward & started to read from the piece of paper in his hand, “Ariana Gomez you have been found guilty multiple acts of terrorism including seven counts of murder. For these crimes you have been sentenced to death by garotting. Have you anything to say before sentence is carried out?”
The doomed girl sobbed helplessly & wailed, “I’m sorry! Please have mercy! In the name of God please have mercy!”
The Governor looked at the executioner & nodded. He stepped forward & carefully clamped the steel collar around Ariana’s shivering neck. The girl’s eyes opened wide as she felt its deadly embrace round her throat
Felicia & Maria leaned forward in their seats, their panties now soaking, mesmerized by the scene in front of them. They greedily drank in the sight of the wailing, terror stricken prisoner waiting to die. From where they were sitting they can see up past Ariana’s long booted legs to the vee of her white panties under her black leather mini-skirt
The executioner begins to slowly turn the screw which tightens the collar. As she feels it begin to press on her neck Arianna lets out an ear splitting blood curdling scream of pure terror which resonates around the yard, the noise echoing back from the surrounding prison buildings.
As the collar tightens the prisoner can only gurgle & gasp. Her back arches pushing her firm young breasts up against her white blouse. Her legs flail from side to side & her booted heels beat out a loud tuneless tattoo on the wooden platform, fully exposing her white covered crotch to the witnesses.
Her face is gradually turning red, her eyes bulge & her mouth hangs wide open, the tongue lolling from its side. As ordered Arianna’s agony is prolonged by the highly practiced executioner for ten minutes until he gives the screw its final turn. A wet crack is heard coming from the prisoner’s neck as the steel collar dislocates her spine. A powerful shudder goes through her body & then she relaxes slumped on the stool. Her once lovely face is now a horrific swollen dark caricature of what it had once been
Felicia & Maria clench their fists & bite their lips as they climax
The prison doctor mounted the platform & went to the dead girl on the garotte. He checked her heart with a stethoscope & confirmed that she was dead. The guards removed the body & put in the cheap pine coffin lying on the ground behind the platform. It was now Yuliana’s turn to die
In her cell Yuliana had almost fainted in terror when she heard Ariana’s dreadful scream as she first felt the pressure of the steel collar around her throat.
Moaning in terror she was almost half carried from the cell into the yard & placed on the garotte stool. She offered no resistance as she was secured to the pole & appeared to be in a total daze as the sentence was read to her
Felicia & Maria could feel their arousal growing as they looked at the beautiful young girl on the garotte. Her breasts were bigger than Ariana’s & they amply filled her ruffled tight cream blouse. Like her friend Yuliana was also wearing a tight leather mini-skirt, brown in her case, she also had on tan pantyhose but instead of boots her feet were shod in leather shoes. Felicia & Maria noted that unlike Ariana the visible vee of Yuliana’s underwear was pink
The feel of the slowly tightening collar around her neck jolts the prisoner from her trance like state. Her eyes bulge wide open & she gasps. Her head twists & turns as she tries to evade the slowly constricting metal ring. It is becoming more difficult to get rid of the stale air trapped in her lungs & her large breasts bounce as her chest heaves as she tries desperately to breathe.
Her eyes are filled with utter panic. Her upper body thrashes backwards & forwards banging against the pole. Her legs pump up & down as if she is riding an invisible bicycle. Her pink panties are now on permanent display.
The executioner tortures Yuliana with the collar, at times he releases the pressure a bit to allow her to breathe slightly & then tightens the screw again. Her face is now a dark mask of pain, her eyes wide open pleading for release from her agony, her mouth is open wide drool trickling from the corner, her tongue shows through between her full red lips.
After the requisite ten minutes the executioner puts Yuliana out of her misery & the steel collarfractures her spinal column. Her body convulses one last time as she dies, her full firm breasts rise up under her blouse as her back arches away from the pole, her heels kick the platform for the final time. She is dead. Like Ariana her once beautiful features are now dark & contorted by the agony of her death
Felicia & Maria rock gently in their seats as they orgasm for the second time
The ETA Girls
21 year old Ariana Gomez & 22 year old Yuliana Penna were arrested along with three male comrades in Madrid after a bombing campaign in the Spanish capital that had killed several members of the Guardia Civil. All five were members of ETA the Basque terrorist organization that justified their actions as they were carried out in the name of Basque independence
The trial of the five terrorists was given widespread media coverage not least because Ariana & Yuliana looked more like models than ruthless killers. They were both quite tall & slim with fabulous figures & manes of long black lustrous hair. Each day at the trial their lovely long legs were well displayed by the mini-skirts they habitually wore. However their appearance didn’t help them & the two ETA girls were found guilty on all counts along with their three male colleagues. All five were sentenced to death on the garotte
There was some lobbying by human rights groups against the death sentences but the Spanish authorities brushed it aside. The sentences were welcomed by the majority of the Spanish people who while weary of the restrictions imposed on them by Franco’s military dictatorship were even more sick of the atrocities being perpetrated by ETA
On the morning of the executions 33 year old Felicia Santos, the female officer in charge of the women’s wing of the central prison in Madrid looked out of her office window at the garotte standing on its platform four feet above the ground. She smiled in anticipation at what was to come.
Her tight panties were already slightly moist under her knee length black uniform skirt. While she knew that she would find the execution of the three men entertaining what she was really looking forward to was the garotting of the two young women. Felicia was a dyed in wool fascist & vicious sexual sadist. She also happened to be a lesbian.
She turned to her current lover Maria Saurez & said. “Not long now Maria”.
25 year old Maria was a more junior officer & she too was a sexual sadist who got off on watching young women & girls suffer. Maria replied, “I can’t wait Felicia. My pussy is already getting wet just thinking about it”.
Felicia nodded & said, “Me to. I have just been told that on General Franco’s orders the spike on the garotte that normally severs the prisoners’ spinal cords has been removed. The five ETA terrorists are going to be slowly strangled by the steel collar alone, including of course the delectable Ariana & Yuliana & to put the icing on the cake the executions are to be filmed”
Half an hour later all was ready & the dozen or so witnesses including Felicia & Maria sat in their seats in front of the garotte on its platform. The cameras were ready & the masked executioner stood waiting behind the terrible instrument of death
One at a time the three young men are brought out, their sentences are read to them & they are garotted. Each was stoic & silent until they felt the steel collar tighten round their necks & they fully realised how they were going to die.
All three started to scream but their cries were silenced by the strangling collar. They bucked & heaved, legs flailing & kicking as their faces slowly darkened.
Felicia & Maria were amused by the sight of their bulging erections pressing against their trousers. The women officers crossed their legs under their skirts & pressed their thighs together.
On the orders of General Franco the men were garotted very slowly. The Generalissimo had instructed that each prisoner be kept alive for at least ten minutes before the steel collar was fully tightened breaking their necks.
In their cells Ariana & Yuliana couldn’t see what was happening in the prison yard but they could hear it all too clearly, the screams suddenly cut off replaced by desperate gasping & choking & the banging of the heels & feet on the wooden platform.
The terrified girls hands went to their slender necks as they starte to understand that there is to be no merciful quick breaking of their necks. They sobbed in terror.
They came for Ariana first. Like all of the condemned she was wearing the clothes she was sentenced in which in her case consisted of a white blouse, a tight black leather mini-skirt, flesh coloured pantyhose & knee length black boots.
Arianna struggled & wept as she was taken from the cell out into the prison yard. She mewled in terror when she saw the garotte for the first time.
The guards dragged the futilely resisting girl up the four steps to the platform & forced her to sit on the wooden stool. They then handcuffed her hands behind the pole & further secured her to it by means of a leather strap around her waist.
The Prison Governor stepped forward & started to read from the piece of paper in his hand, “Ariana Gomez you have been found guilty multiple acts of terrorism including seven counts of murder. For these crimes you have been sentenced to death by garotting. Have you anything to say before sentence is carried out?”
The doomed girl sobbed helplessly & wailed, “I’m sorry! Please have mercy! In the name of God please have mercy!”
The Governor looked at the executioner & nodded. He stepped forward & carefully clamped the steel collar around Ariana’s shivering neck. The girl’s eyes opened wide as she felt its deadly embrace round her throat
Felicia & Maria leaned forward in their seats, their panties now soaking, mesmerized by the scene in front of them. They greedily drank in the sight of the wailing, terror stricken prisoner waiting to die. From where they were sitting they can see up past Ariana’s long booted legs to the vee of her white panties under her black leather mini-skirt
The executioner begins to slowly turn the screw which tightens the collar. As she feels it begin to press on her neck Arianna lets out an ear splitting blood curdling scream of pure terror which resonates around the yard, the noise echoing back from the surrounding prison buildings.
As the collar tightens the prisoner can only gurgle & gasp. Her back arches pushing her firm young breasts up against her white blouse. Her legs flail from side to side & her booted heels beat out a loud tuneless tattoo on the wooden platform, fully exposing her white covered crotch to the witnesses.
Her face is gradually turning red, her eyes bulge & her mouth hangs wide open, the tongue lolling from its side. As ordered Arianna’s agony is prolonged by the highly practiced executioner for ten minutes until he gives the screw its final turn. A wet crack is heard coming from the prisoner’s neck as the steel collar dislocates her spine. A powerful shudder goes through her body & then she relaxes slumped on the stool. Her once lovely face is now a horrific swollen dark caricature of what it had once been
Felicia & Maria clench their fists & bite their lips as they climax
The prison doctor mounted the platform & went to the dead girl on the garotte. He checked her heart with a stethoscope & confirmed that she was dead. The guards removed the body & put in the cheap pine coffin lying on the ground behind the platform. It was now Yuliana’s turn to die
In her cell Yuliana had almost fainted in terror when she heard Ariana’s dreadful scream as she first felt the pressure of the steel collar around her throat.
Moaning in terror she was almost half carried from the cell into the yard & placed on the garotte stool. She offered no resistance as she was secured to the pole & appeared to be in a total daze as the sentence was read to her
Felicia & Maria could feel their arousal growing as they looked at the beautiful young girl on the garotte. Her breasts were bigger than Ariana’s & they amply filled her ruffled tight cream blouse. Like her friend Yuliana was also wearing a tight leather mini-skirt, brown in her case, she also had on tan pantyhose but instead of boots her feet were shod in leather shoes. Felicia & Maria noted that unlike Ariana the visible vee of Yuliana’s underwear was pink
The feel of the slowly tightening collar around her neck jolts the prisoner from her trance like state. Her eyes bulge wide open & she gasps. Her head twists & turns as she tries to evade the slowly constricting metal ring. It is becoming more difficult to get rid of the stale air trapped in her lungs & her large breasts bounce as her chest heaves as she tries desperately to breathe.
Her eyes are filled with utter panic. Her upper body thrashes backwards & forwards banging against the pole. Her legs pump up & down as if she is riding an invisible bicycle. Her pink panties are now on permanent display.
The executioner tortures Yuliana with the collar, at times he releases the pressure a bit to allow her to breathe slightly & then tightens the screw again. Her face is now a dark mask of pain, her eyes wide open pleading for release from her agony, her mouth is open wide drool trickling from the corner, her tongue shows through between her full red lips.
After the requisite ten minutes the executioner puts Yuliana out of her misery & the steel collarfractures her spinal column. Her body convulses one last time as she dies, her full firm breasts rise up under her blouse as her back arches away from the pole, her heels kick the platform for the final time. She is dead. Like Ariana her once beautiful features are now dark & contorted by the agony of her death
Felicia & Maria rock gently in their seats as they orgasm for the second time
You need to be logged in to view attachments.
Page: 1
Forum > Public / Stories > Execution Tales Chapter 64