Execution Tales Chapter 55 Part 13 Revision 2
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Alyssia’s next short story was also set in the Middle East. The idea came from accounts she had read of the aircraft hijackings that had happened quite regularly in the 1970’s. She chose to make the airline in the tale British Caledonian because she thought that the stewardess’s tartan uniforms of the period were cute. To add to her enjoyment she wore her own plaid tartan skirt as she typed
Caledonian Girls
The hijacked British Caledonian jet sat on the desert sand guarded by armed insurgents. The passengers & crew were being held in a local school gymnasium. They sat on the floor waiting anxiously to see what was going to happen to them.
The leader of the hijackers entered the gym hall & addressed them. “Unfortunately the British Government is refusing to negotiate with us so we need to send them a message which clearly demonstrates the consequences of their decision”.
He pointed at the four stewardesses “Bring them”.
Eight fighters went to the increasingly terrified Caledonian girls & two to each young woman they grabbed them by the arms & started to move towards the door.
The plane captain stepped forward & started to protest, “I demand you tell me where you are taking my cabin crew”.
In response one of the insurgents hit him in the face with the butt of his rifle. The pilot fell to the ground blood spurting from his mouth.
The stewardesses were taken from the gymnasium & led onto an adjoining football pitch. They were marched into one of the penalty areas & then stopped.
Four guerillas went to the goals & working off step ladders they threw & tied four ropes with nooses over the cross bar. The loose ends of the ropes were tied to the back bumper of a jeep which was parked on the other side of the goal.
When they realised what was going to happen to them the girls started to cry & shriek, their faces filled with terror.
As they were dragged towards the improvised gallows they struggled desperately trying to dig their heels into the sand, their cries getting shriller & louder could clearly be heard in the gym hall.
When they reached the goals the guards grabbed the ropes & slipped the nooses over the girls’ heads. They then bound their hands behind their backs with twine.
The young women continued to scream, cry & plead for their lives.
Two fighters set up a film camera which they pointed at the doomed stewardesses
Without any ceremony a fighter gets into the jeep & starts it, he then starts to very slowly drive forward. The girls scream & scream & then they are lifted about two feet into the air. Feet tense & nylon clad legs braid together under short red, white & black tartan kilt style skirts.
Screams quickly subside into throaty gurgling. Faces show the pain as the agony of the ropes take over, they grimace in vain efforts to tense neck muscles & stop the nooses from tightening.
Mouths open wider, emitting deep guttural choking sounds. Then their bodies begin to thrash as the pain of the nooses gets worse & worse. Legs are scissoring, & jerking, kicking & stomping more & more violently. Threshing thighs raise skirts showing the white panties under each tartan kilt.
The nooses continue to slowly tighten around the stretching necks. Feet continue to twirl & flail, breasts jut out under white blouses as chests heave fighting for air. Two of the dying girls pull their knees up past their waists fully exposing their panties. They hold them up, knees rubbing against shaking breasts for long seconds & then with a sigh their legs drop.
The hanging girls’ eyes are wide open, reddening framed by dark purple faces, heads pushed to one side by the relentless strangling pressure of the tightening nooses.
Drool drips from mouths, bodies shake & convulse, contortions rock torsos, horrific spasms quake across breasts & thighs, fingers open & clench. Gasping becomes fainter as movements become more intense.
The insurgents are silent as they watch. The only sound is that of the creaking ropes. The convulsions slowly subside & the girls’ eyes grow dull as they spin back & forth in half circles. Their feet continue to twitch for a further minute
Thirteen minutes after they were hoisted up the four Caledonian girls swayed slightly under the crossbar in the hot desert breeze which fluttered the dead young womens’ skirts.
Their feet are now less than a foot above the sandy football pitch as a consequence of the stretched necks. Unseeing red-veined eyes gape wide open nearly bulging out of their sockets, their recent agony all too evident
The leader of the fighters grunted in satisfaction & turned to the two insurgents who had been filming the hangings. “Did you get all that?”.
They nodded. “Excellent” the leader exclaimed. “We will supply a copy of the footage to the BBC”. Hopefully now Her Majesty’s Government will talk to us. If not we will stretch another four pretty young necks tomorrow”.
With that the guerrillas returned to the gymnasium leaving the four bodies dangling from the crossbar of the goal
Alyssia still sitting at the computer pulled up her tartan skirt & pulled the crotch of her white panties to the side. She placed the vibrator inside her already glistening pussy & switched it on. I wasn’t long before she was bending over groaning in ecstatic pleasure as her orgasm pulsed through her body.
Caledonian Girls
The hijacked British Caledonian jet sat on the desert sand guarded by armed insurgents. The passengers & crew were being held in a local school gymnasium. They sat on the floor waiting anxiously to see what was going to happen to them.
The leader of the hijackers entered the gym hall & addressed them. “Unfortunately the British Government is refusing to negotiate with us so we need to send them a message which clearly demonstrates the consequences of their decision”.
He pointed at the four stewardesses “Bring them”.
Eight fighters went to the increasingly terrified Caledonian girls & two to each young woman they grabbed them by the arms & started to move towards the door.
The plane captain stepped forward & started to protest, “I demand you tell me where you are taking my cabin crew”.
In response one of the insurgents hit him in the face with the butt of his rifle. The pilot fell to the ground blood spurting from his mouth.
The stewardesses were taken from the gymnasium & led onto an adjoining football pitch. They were marched into one of the penalty areas & then stopped.
Four guerillas went to the goals & working off step ladders they threw & tied four ropes with nooses over the cross bar. The loose ends of the ropes were tied to the back bumper of a jeep which was parked on the other side of the goal.
When they realised what was going to happen to them the girls started to cry & shriek, their faces filled with terror.
As they were dragged towards the improvised gallows they struggled desperately trying to dig their heels into the sand, their cries getting shriller & louder could clearly be heard in the gym hall.
When they reached the goals the guards grabbed the ropes & slipped the nooses over the girls’ heads. They then bound their hands behind their backs with twine.
The young women continued to scream, cry & plead for their lives.
Two fighters set up a film camera which they pointed at the doomed stewardesses
Without any ceremony a fighter gets into the jeep & starts it, he then starts to very slowly drive forward. The girls scream & scream & then they are lifted about two feet into the air. Feet tense & nylon clad legs braid together under short red, white & black tartan kilt style skirts.
Screams quickly subside into throaty gurgling. Faces show the pain as the agony of the ropes take over, they grimace in vain efforts to tense neck muscles & stop the nooses from tightening.
Mouths open wider, emitting deep guttural choking sounds. Then their bodies begin to thrash as the pain of the nooses gets worse & worse. Legs are scissoring, & jerking, kicking & stomping more & more violently. Threshing thighs raise skirts showing the white panties under each tartan kilt.
The nooses continue to slowly tighten around the stretching necks. Feet continue to twirl & flail, breasts jut out under white blouses as chests heave fighting for air. Two of the dying girls pull their knees up past their waists fully exposing their panties. They hold them up, knees rubbing against shaking breasts for long seconds & then with a sigh their legs drop.
The hanging girls’ eyes are wide open, reddening framed by dark purple faces, heads pushed to one side by the relentless strangling pressure of the tightening nooses.
Drool drips from mouths, bodies shake & convulse, contortions rock torsos, horrific spasms quake across breasts & thighs, fingers open & clench. Gasping becomes fainter as movements become more intense.
The insurgents are silent as they watch. The only sound is that of the creaking ropes. The convulsions slowly subside & the girls’ eyes grow dull as they spin back & forth in half circles. Their feet continue to twitch for a further minute
Thirteen minutes after they were hoisted up the four Caledonian girls swayed slightly under the crossbar in the hot desert breeze which fluttered the dead young womens’ skirts.
Their feet are now less than a foot above the sandy football pitch as a consequence of the stretched necks. Unseeing red-veined eyes gape wide open nearly bulging out of their sockets, their recent agony all too evident
The leader of the fighters grunted in satisfaction & turned to the two insurgents who had been filming the hangings. “Did you get all that?”.
They nodded. “Excellent” the leader exclaimed. “We will supply a copy of the footage to the BBC”. Hopefully now Her Majesty’s Government will talk to us. If not we will stretch another four pretty young necks tomorrow”.
With that the guerrillas returned to the gymnasium leaving the four bodies dangling from the crossbar of the goal
Alyssia still sitting at the computer pulled up her tartan skirt & pulled the crotch of her white panties to the side. She placed the vibrator inside her already glistening pussy & switched it on. I wasn’t long before she was bending over groaning in ecstatic pleasure as her orgasm pulsed through her body.
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