Execution Tales Chapter 6 Revision 2
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06: Mexico
In 1866 Jane & Josiah finally got married. Josiah had left the army & Jane’s contract with the military hospital she had been working at came to an end. Mr Edwards came from a wealthy family & on the death of his father he inherited a significant amount of money. They decided to go travelling for a while determined to further explore their mutual hobby.
Their first port of call was Mexico & once in Mexico City they investigated the local opportunities available for their enjoyment. Jane spoke reasonable Spanish having studied it for a year while at University & on the second afternoon of their stay she returned to the hotel bursting with excitement. “Josiah, there is going to be an execution tomorrow morning of two young women in the main plaza & I have booked a room with a brilliant view”, she delightedly informed her husband.
Josiah smiled at his wife & replied, “Well done you.”.
The couple were very knowledgeable on the method of execution used in Mexico namely the garrotte. It had originally been introduced in Spain in 1813 during the reign of Ferdinand II & had been developed from the early Chinese form of execution known as the bow string.
The criminal was tied to an upright post with two holes bored in it, through which ends of a cord from a long bow were passed & pulled tight round the neck by the executioner until the condemned strangled to death. There were several variations being used in the former Spanish colonies & Jane & Josiah animatedly discussed what one they will witness tomorrow
The next morning Jane & Josiah waited in their room looking out into plaza square, eyepieces inevitably to hand. The two condemned women were Conchita Estefan & Marisol Gonzalez who had been her maid. They had murdered Conchita’s husband when he had uncovered the love affair the two women had been conducting under his roof. Don Pedro Estefan had been a wealthy & well-known figure in Mexican high society & the case had scandalised the entire country.
A large crowd was assembled in the square surrounding the scaffold on which stood the garotte. The American couple were fascinated to see that it consisted of a wooden stool attached to an upright post with an iron collar sitting at the top. On the opposite end of the iron collar was a large screw, connected to a lever that was used to tighten the collar around the prisoner’s neck.
Conchita & Marisol arrived in the square in a horse drawn carriage. Jane & Josiah smiled in delight when they saw how attractive the two young Mexican women were. Conchita was 24 years of age & Marisol not yet 20, they each had long lustrous black hair, smooth tanned faces & lovely figures. The older girl was wearing a white silk blouse & well-fitting long pink skirt. She had donated the lace pink top & velvet red skirt worn by her maid & lover.
The two prisoners were helped from the carriage & Marisol almost fainted when she looked up & saw the garrotte & the tall hooded executioner standing next to it dressed in black.
The crowd was silent as the two prisoners mounted the steps of the scaffold, followed by a priest, to the platform which was about eight feet above the ground, assisted by the soldiers guarding them.
The only sounds that could be heard were the slow beating of a single drum & the weeping of the doomed young women. Once they were on the platform two guards took Conchita & stood her to one side, in front of the garrotte. The authorities had decreed that she will witness the execution of her lover before she too feels the deadly embrace of the iron collar around her neck, as they believe that she was the prime mover in the killing of her husband Don Pedro.
The soldiers handed Marisol over to the executioner & returned to the square. The priest remained on the scaffold platform. The girl tried vainly to resist but the executioner was much stronger & he dragged her to the dreaded seat. Marisol cried, “No! For the sake of Jesus……have pity! No I don’t want to die!
In their room Jane & Josiah assumed their positions, he gently massaged his wife’s buttocks under her skirt as she wriggled her bottom against his groin.
The executioner forced Marisol to sit on the stool & quickly strapped her arms, upper torso & waist to the post. He grabbed the terrified girl’s forehead & forced her to look up as he expertly placed the iron collar around her slender shivering neck. As the collar was clamped shut around her neck Marisol again begged for her life, struggling & screaming, the drumming stopped, & her desperate pleas were reduced to a choking cry at the first turn of the screw.
As the executioner turned the lever the post shuddered & a terrible sound of metal grating on metal could be clearly heard. The prisoner took a gulp of air & clenched her teeth trying to prepare for what must inevitably come.
The pressure increases & Marisol’s eyes open wide & her lips part letting her swollen tongue protrude. She tries to rise from the stool but the straps prevent this, all she can do is lift & kick her legs at times lifting her knees to above her waist
As the prisoner’s red velvet skirt is pushed up by her thrashing legs, revealing her stockinged legs & expensive white underwear, Josiah pulls down Jane’s skirt & pantaloons & starts to frantically fuck her
As the collar closes her windpipe Marisol’s mouth gapes open in a last effort to breath, her tongue hangs from her lips & saliva drips down her chin. The executioner turns the screw one last time, the prisoner’s eyes turn in their sockets & she slumps back on the stool, her once lovely face is now purple & horribly distorted.
The priest cried with a mighty shout
“Pax et misericordia et tranqquillitas”
Those in the watching crowd blessed themselves & their response echoed round the plaza square
“Misericordia Misericordia”
Mr & Mrs Edwards breathing slowed as they began to recover from their first orgasms of the morning. They both took large gulps of brandy as they started to prepare themselves for the next execution
Conchita had sobbed helplessly all the way through Marisol’s garotting, her intense emotions were a combination of horror at the terrible death of her lover & her terror at the knowledge that she will be next.
Marisol’s body is removed from the garrotte & quickly replaced by the crying & pleading Conchita.
The iron collar tightens round her neck & her flailing legs kick the air throwing her pink skirt above her waist exposing her undergarments. On the instructions of the authorities the executioner ensures that Conchita’s death agonies last significantly longer than Marisol’s & it is fully five minutes before she finally slumps down limply on the wooden stool her bloodshot eyes bulging sightlessly from her now darkly swollen face
As Conchita is being put to death Josiah violently screws his wife against the wall of the room. Jane’s thighs are round her husband’s waist, her arms hanging onto his neck, his hands support her bottom as he pounds his rock hard cock in & out of her, by now incredibly slippery pussy. After they come they slowly slide to the floor.
Once he has got his breath back Josiah says to Jane, “Where to now my love?” Jane replies. “London I think – there is always so much to see there”.
In 1866 Jane & Josiah finally got married. Josiah had left the army & Jane’s contract with the military hospital she had been working at came to an end. Mr Edwards came from a wealthy family & on the death of his father he inherited a significant amount of money. They decided to go travelling for a while determined to further explore their mutual hobby.
Their first port of call was Mexico & once in Mexico City they investigated the local opportunities available for their enjoyment. Jane spoke reasonable Spanish having studied it for a year while at University & on the second afternoon of their stay she returned to the hotel bursting with excitement. “Josiah, there is going to be an execution tomorrow morning of two young women in the main plaza & I have booked a room with a brilliant view”, she delightedly informed her husband.
Josiah smiled at his wife & replied, “Well done you.”.
The couple were very knowledgeable on the method of execution used in Mexico namely the garrotte. It had originally been introduced in Spain in 1813 during the reign of Ferdinand II & had been developed from the early Chinese form of execution known as the bow string.
The criminal was tied to an upright post with two holes bored in it, through which ends of a cord from a long bow were passed & pulled tight round the neck by the executioner until the condemned strangled to death. There were several variations being used in the former Spanish colonies & Jane & Josiah animatedly discussed what one they will witness tomorrow
The next morning Jane & Josiah waited in their room looking out into plaza square, eyepieces inevitably to hand. The two condemned women were Conchita Estefan & Marisol Gonzalez who had been her maid. They had murdered Conchita’s husband when he had uncovered the love affair the two women had been conducting under his roof. Don Pedro Estefan had been a wealthy & well-known figure in Mexican high society & the case had scandalised the entire country.
A large crowd was assembled in the square surrounding the scaffold on which stood the garotte. The American couple were fascinated to see that it consisted of a wooden stool attached to an upright post with an iron collar sitting at the top. On the opposite end of the iron collar was a large screw, connected to a lever that was used to tighten the collar around the prisoner’s neck.
Conchita & Marisol arrived in the square in a horse drawn carriage. Jane & Josiah smiled in delight when they saw how attractive the two young Mexican women were. Conchita was 24 years of age & Marisol not yet 20, they each had long lustrous black hair, smooth tanned faces & lovely figures. The older girl was wearing a white silk blouse & well-fitting long pink skirt. She had donated the lace pink top & velvet red skirt worn by her maid & lover.
The two prisoners were helped from the carriage & Marisol almost fainted when she looked up & saw the garrotte & the tall hooded executioner standing next to it dressed in black.
The crowd was silent as the two prisoners mounted the steps of the scaffold, followed by a priest, to the platform which was about eight feet above the ground, assisted by the soldiers guarding them.
The only sounds that could be heard were the slow beating of a single drum & the weeping of the doomed young women. Once they were on the platform two guards took Conchita & stood her to one side, in front of the garrotte. The authorities had decreed that she will witness the execution of her lover before she too feels the deadly embrace of the iron collar around her neck, as they believe that she was the prime mover in the killing of her husband Don Pedro.
The soldiers handed Marisol over to the executioner & returned to the square. The priest remained on the scaffold platform. The girl tried vainly to resist but the executioner was much stronger & he dragged her to the dreaded seat. Marisol cried, “No! For the sake of Jesus……have pity! No I don’t want to die!
In their room Jane & Josiah assumed their positions, he gently massaged his wife’s buttocks under her skirt as she wriggled her bottom against his groin.
The executioner forced Marisol to sit on the stool & quickly strapped her arms, upper torso & waist to the post. He grabbed the terrified girl’s forehead & forced her to look up as he expertly placed the iron collar around her slender shivering neck. As the collar was clamped shut around her neck Marisol again begged for her life, struggling & screaming, the drumming stopped, & her desperate pleas were reduced to a choking cry at the first turn of the screw.
As the executioner turned the lever the post shuddered & a terrible sound of metal grating on metal could be clearly heard. The prisoner took a gulp of air & clenched her teeth trying to prepare for what must inevitably come.
The pressure increases & Marisol’s eyes open wide & her lips part letting her swollen tongue protrude. She tries to rise from the stool but the straps prevent this, all she can do is lift & kick her legs at times lifting her knees to above her waist
As the prisoner’s red velvet skirt is pushed up by her thrashing legs, revealing her stockinged legs & expensive white underwear, Josiah pulls down Jane’s skirt & pantaloons & starts to frantically fuck her
As the collar closes her windpipe Marisol’s mouth gapes open in a last effort to breath, her tongue hangs from her lips & saliva drips down her chin. The executioner turns the screw one last time, the prisoner’s eyes turn in their sockets & she slumps back on the stool, her once lovely face is now purple & horribly distorted.
The priest cried with a mighty shout
“Pax et misericordia et tranqquillitas”
Those in the watching crowd blessed themselves & their response echoed round the plaza square
“Misericordia Misericordia”
Mr & Mrs Edwards breathing slowed as they began to recover from their first orgasms of the morning. They both took large gulps of brandy as they started to prepare themselves for the next execution
Conchita had sobbed helplessly all the way through Marisol’s garotting, her intense emotions were a combination of horror at the terrible death of her lover & her terror at the knowledge that she will be next.
Marisol’s body is removed from the garrotte & quickly replaced by the crying & pleading Conchita.
The iron collar tightens round her neck & her flailing legs kick the air throwing her pink skirt above her waist exposing her undergarments. On the instructions of the authorities the executioner ensures that Conchita’s death agonies last significantly longer than Marisol’s & it is fully five minutes before she finally slumps down limply on the wooden stool her bloodshot eyes bulging sightlessly from her now darkly swollen face
As Conchita is being put to death Josiah violently screws his wife against the wall of the room. Jane’s thighs are round her husband’s waist, her arms hanging onto his neck, his hands support her bottom as he pounds his rock hard cock in & out of her, by now incredibly slippery pussy. After they come they slowly slide to the floor.
Once he has got his breath back Josiah says to Jane, “Where to now my love?” Jane replies. “London I think – there is always so much to see there”.
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