Execution Tales Chapter 55 Part 10 Revision 2
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[This again was based on something I found on line - author again unknown]
The Murderess in Ayssia’s next tale was inspired by a TV villainess in a 1980’s TV Science Fiction series she had come across on You Tube
The Murderess
The dull roar of conversation stilled abruptly as the great double door of the chamber opened. The murderess Jacqueline Pearce stepped into the court room. Guards walked behind her almost like minions, as she made her way up the aisle.
A tall but svelte woman her long strides opened the slit in her skirt revealing taut nyloned thighs to the spectators. The sound of her heels clicking was loud on the polished hardwood floor.
Jacqueline stopped at the defence table, next to her attorney. She barely spared him a sideways glance as she took her seat. After all he had been of little use. She had been convicted of 1st degree murder hadn’t she?
Moments later the Judge entered. Everyone rose & remained standing in silence till he was seated. The sharp crack of his gavel opened the session. He looked down at Jacqueline. “Will the defendant please rise”.
Jacqueline slid her chair back & stood. Her knees were a little shaky but she knew what was coming & had steeled herself for it.
The judge continued, “Jacqueline Pearce you have been convicted by a jury of your peers of murder in the 1st degree. Do you have anything to say before sentence is pronounced?”.
Jacqueline replied defiantly “I didn’t do anything that most in this room wouldn’t have done in the same circumstance.
“Very well. Ms Pearce the court hereby condemns you to hang by the neck until you are dead”.
The room erupted in excited conversation.
The judge hammered his gavel to restore order but it took several minutes for the crowd to calm down. Jacqueline barely reacted to the condemnation.
Finally the judge said, “The sentence will be carried out immediately on the scaffold at the country prison”.
Another outburst of animated voices filled the court .
As the judge rapped his gavel the guards moved in on Jacqueline.
It was only a short car journey from the court to the prison. Once inside the gates the squad car containing Jacqueline was directed to the prison yard where the gallows stood. The witnesses’ cars following were motioned to a nearby parking lot. The squad car stopped a few yards from the wooden scaffold.
The guards & their prisoner got out of the car. A warm breeze ruffled Jacqueline’s short black hair & her skirt fluttered in the soft wind.
She had to wait as the witnesses slowly trickled into the yard. Jacqueline tried to keep her eyes straight ahead. There was nothing to be gained by eyeing the witnesses or looking up at the noose she would shortly be swinging from.
Once all the spectators were in place two men emerged from a nearby door. One, the hangman, had on a black hood. The other was the Warden & he held the death warrant in his hand. He looked at the prisoner & said, “Jacqueline Pearce you have been convicted of murder in the 1st degree & sentenced to hang by the neck until dead”.
The guards took her elbows & led her to the gallows & up the steps. When they reached the platform the men placed her on the trap. The hangman brought her wrists behind her back & bound them tight with a leather thong.
“Ms Pearce, do you have any last words before sentence is carried out?”, the Warden asked.
She shook her head. Jacqueline trembled as the hood was lowered over her face. When she felt the rope tight around her neck panic rose in her chest, she started to shake violently.
The hangman stepped back “Trap!” the Warden calls.
The trap opens with a loud bang. Jacqueline falls only a foot as intended. The rope jerks taut & her body takes a half-turn to the right & then swings back. High pitched choking sounds begin to come from under the hood.
Her sleek legs begin to kick causing her skirt to rise up giving the appreciative crowd glimpses of the white panties under her hose. Her heels slide of her slippery stockinged feet. The rope creaks as Jacqueline dances.
Trapped air in her lungs make her already ample breasts swell outwards. Her fingers claw the air in mute expression of her agony. She gasps, gurgles & squirms fighting for air she can’t get.
Jacqueline is a strong woman & her struggles continue for just over seven minutes. Finally, finally her movements slow. There are no more pathetic sounds from under the hood. She swings in the warm wind, the sun shimmering on her expensive hose. It is over
The Murderess in Ayssia’s next tale was inspired by a TV villainess in a 1980’s TV Science Fiction series she had come across on You Tube
The Murderess
The dull roar of conversation stilled abruptly as the great double door of the chamber opened. The murderess Jacqueline Pearce stepped into the court room. Guards walked behind her almost like minions, as she made her way up the aisle.
A tall but svelte woman her long strides opened the slit in her skirt revealing taut nyloned thighs to the spectators. The sound of her heels clicking was loud on the polished hardwood floor.
Jacqueline stopped at the defence table, next to her attorney. She barely spared him a sideways glance as she took her seat. After all he had been of little use. She had been convicted of 1st degree murder hadn’t she?
Moments later the Judge entered. Everyone rose & remained standing in silence till he was seated. The sharp crack of his gavel opened the session. He looked down at Jacqueline. “Will the defendant please rise”.
Jacqueline slid her chair back & stood. Her knees were a little shaky but she knew what was coming & had steeled herself for it.
The judge continued, “Jacqueline Pearce you have been convicted by a jury of your peers of murder in the 1st degree. Do you have anything to say before sentence is pronounced?”.
Jacqueline replied defiantly “I didn’t do anything that most in this room wouldn’t have done in the same circumstance.
“Very well. Ms Pearce the court hereby condemns you to hang by the neck until you are dead”.
The room erupted in excited conversation.
The judge hammered his gavel to restore order but it took several minutes for the crowd to calm down. Jacqueline barely reacted to the condemnation.
Finally the judge said, “The sentence will be carried out immediately on the scaffold at the country prison”.
Another outburst of animated voices filled the court .
As the judge rapped his gavel the guards moved in on Jacqueline.
It was only a short car journey from the court to the prison. Once inside the gates the squad car containing Jacqueline was directed to the prison yard where the gallows stood. The witnesses’ cars following were motioned to a nearby parking lot. The squad car stopped a few yards from the wooden scaffold.
The guards & their prisoner got out of the car. A warm breeze ruffled Jacqueline’s short black hair & her skirt fluttered in the soft wind.
She had to wait as the witnesses slowly trickled into the yard. Jacqueline tried to keep her eyes straight ahead. There was nothing to be gained by eyeing the witnesses or looking up at the noose she would shortly be swinging from.
Once all the spectators were in place two men emerged from a nearby door. One, the hangman, had on a black hood. The other was the Warden & he held the death warrant in his hand. He looked at the prisoner & said, “Jacqueline Pearce you have been convicted of murder in the 1st degree & sentenced to hang by the neck until dead”.
The guards took her elbows & led her to the gallows & up the steps. When they reached the platform the men placed her on the trap. The hangman brought her wrists behind her back & bound them tight with a leather thong.
“Ms Pearce, do you have any last words before sentence is carried out?”, the Warden asked.
She shook her head. Jacqueline trembled as the hood was lowered over her face. When she felt the rope tight around her neck panic rose in her chest, she started to shake violently.
The hangman stepped back “Trap!” the Warden calls.
The trap opens with a loud bang. Jacqueline falls only a foot as intended. The rope jerks taut & her body takes a half-turn to the right & then swings back. High pitched choking sounds begin to come from under the hood.
Her sleek legs begin to kick causing her skirt to rise up giving the appreciative crowd glimpses of the white panties under her hose. Her heels slide of her slippery stockinged feet. The rope creaks as Jacqueline dances.
Trapped air in her lungs make her already ample breasts swell outwards. Her fingers claw the air in mute expression of her agony. She gasps, gurgles & squirms fighting for air she can’t get.
Jacqueline is a strong woman & her struggles continue for just over seven minutes. Finally, finally her movements slow. There are no more pathetic sounds from under the hood. She swings in the warm wind, the sun shimmering on her expensive hose. It is over
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