Execution Tales Chapter 57 Part 2 Revision 2
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The execution of the eight remaining plotters including the leader of the attempted coup, Angela Von Bulow who had been in charge of the Presidential bodyguard, was to be carried out in the main square before the Presidential Palace. Marcuso was determined to send a strong message to his people on what happens to those who rebel against his regime.
The State news channel’s cameras were already set up ready to carry the executions live into every home in San Aruba & to project them onto the two huge screens set up at the sides of the square.
The day before the executions a platform was erected in the square & on it were placed eight garottes, all identical to the one that had been used in the prison earlier.
Half an hour before the appointed time the crowd began to file into the square.
Ten minutes before the executions were due to begin the Presidential party appeared on the specially constructed dias in front of the platform on which the garottes sit.
The eight sobbing terror stricken condemned young women mounted the scaffold still wearing their white ruffled blouses, red, white & black mini-kilts, tan panty-hose & black boots.
Each one was placed in one of the terrifying wooden chairs & secured by other members of the Presidential bodyguard in full uniform who like Anna had remained loyal during the coup attempt. Angela Von Bulow was put in the last garotte on the right of the platform
President Marcuso went & stood in front of the microphone placed on a table at the front of the dias & addressed the several thousand strong crowd.
“Fellow citizens of San Aruba these eight prisoners have been condemned to death for treason against the State. Let these executions be warning to all potential traitors of the fate that awaits them”.
As instructed under the guns of the watching soldiers the spectators roared their approval.
They fell silent as the masked executioner mounted the scaffold. The only sound in the square was that of single drum beating ominously. He went & stood behind the trembling girl in the chair on the far left, placed the rope around her neck, inserted the wooden handle & looked up at Marcuso waiting for the signal to start the execution
The first victim was a beautiful black Jamacian girl, who like the Russian who had been executed the previous day was a former athlete who had been barred from the sport for cheating by using drugs. She was six foot tall with short cropped black hair & seemingly endless long slender but well- toned legs.
As the executioner took up his position behind her & put the rope around her neck she let out a loud ululating scream of terror which echoed round the square & drowned out the steady drum beat
The President lifts & drops his hand & the executioner begins to turn the wooden handle. The drumming stops.
As she starts to feel the pressure of the rope on her neck the prisoner starts to beg for mercy until her voice breaks into a guttural groan. Her face shows the horror of what is happening to her. Her eyes are wide open, her face contorted into a grimace of pure drug stimulated agony & her mouth is half open.
Her body arches backwards, muscles in tension, projecting her breasts forward, her legs kick wildly exposing her pink panties to the delighted crowd & her booted feet crash up & down on the wooden platform.
As he had the day before the executioner works with practiced deliberate slownesss. After ten minutes he fully twists the handle finally sealing the doomed girl’s windpipe. At last her movements begin to weaken & slow. Her bulging eyes are still desperately looking around looking for salvation but finding none. Her breasts give a huge heave & she goes into one last violent convulsion, a shudder passes through her body, her eyes roll back, drool drips from her fully extended tongue & finally mercifully she dies.
The cameras focused in on the dead girl’s horribly congested & purple face, bloodshot eyes & fully extended drool covered tongue.. The crowd was now silent as the spectators watched the big screen as the camera slowly panned down the prisoner’s dead body, pausing on the now highly visible tight pink panties under the rucked up tartan mini-skirt
The girl in the next garotte has by now lost all control. She looks at the body slumped in the chair beside her & the grotesque pictures on the large screen. She weeps hysterically, the sobs only interrupted by despairing statements of repentance & desperate please for mercy.
It doesn’t do her any good & her weeping & pleading are silenced by the slow but remorseless tightening of the rope around her neck. After a further ten minutes or so two sets of sightless bulging eyes stare sightlessly out from purple & distorted faces, the swollen tongues hanging from the mouths. They are beautiful no longer
On the presidential dias Marcuso’s cock was so hard it felt to him that it would rip through his trousers. Anna rocks backwards & forwards in her chair as the silently humming vibrator in her pussy does its delicious work
The executioner worked his way down the line. All of the prisoner’s sobbed & begged for their lives before they were slowly & agonizingly strangled to death.
Almost an hour & a half had passed since the first garotting started & now the only prisoner left alive was the leader of the coup Angela Von Bulow. Angela was from Paraguay & was of German extraction. She was a 30 year old former mercenary & was tall blonde, statuesque & beautiful. Her major motivation in planning the coup had been the fact that she had been replaced in Marcuso’s affections by the Swedish girl Anna
Angela was normally a composed & quite brave military professional but by now she was a gibbering, sobbing wreck, totally broken by the events of yesterday & today, as of course Marcuso had intended.
As instructed by the President the executioner paused before he approached the last shaking terrified weeping young woman on the final garotte.
Marcuso got to his feet & again spoke into the microphone, “And now we come to the chief traitor. The woman who planned to kill me & take over as Presdident, Angela Von Bulow. I trusted this woman & regarded her as a friend & colleague & she betrayed & tried to kill me.”
On cue the crowd roared & shouted,“Death to traitors! Long live President Marcuso!”
Marcuso waited for a minute for the noise to die down & then said, “Executioner do your duty!”
The executioner steps behind the last sobbing prisoner slips the strangling noose around her neck & for the final time that day starts to turn the wooden handle.
Despite having witnessed close up nine executions Angela discovers that the pain produced by the strangling rope around her neck is beyond all she could have imagined. It is something absolutely inhuman.
She gasps & gurgles as the air whistles in & out of her slowly closing thorax. Her body begins to struggle as her lungs fail to fill fully with the air they need. Her large breasts heave & flop, her head bangs against the post & her legs thresh & flail in the air showing off her powder blue panties to the highly appreciative crowd. Her boots thump repeatedly on the wooden platform.
Her gasps rise in pitch as the opening in her airway is squeezed even smaller. Her face darkens, her head shakes from side to side, her arms twist & turn in their bonds as she tries to defeat the leather straps & free her hands to try & relieve the killing pressure on her neck.
Her lovely firm bottom slides from side to side, her swollen tongue pokes through the white froth filling her mouth, drool drips onto her chin
The President had told the executioner that he wanted Angela to take at least twenty minutes to die & he was only too happy to oblige. Finally after the required time has elapsed her excruciating agony is finally brought to an end as the executioner fully tightens the rope round her neck. Angela stops jerking & kicking & her chin drops to her chest, her body limp. The crowd applauds.
Marcuso went to the microphone for the last time & shouted, “Death to traitors!”.
The crowd roared back as instructed “Long live President Marcuso!”.
The Presidential party left the dias & returned to the palace. As soon as Marcuso & Anna were inside his quarters he grabbed the Swedish girl, pushed her against the door ripped her panties & tights off, reached inside her pussy & removed & threw away the vibrator, dropped his trousers & underpants to his ankles & started to frantically fuck her.
The President was a big man & he had no trouble in supporting Anna’s full weight as she wrapped her black booted legs around his waist. After a minute of feverish fucking they both climaxed more intensely than they had ever done in their lives before.
After they have composed themselves, Anna went & poured them both drinks. Marcuso sat down, lit a cigar & said, “You know my dear I can’t remember the last time I have enjoyed myself as I have over yesterday & today. Please make sure we are given the film of today’s executions so that we can watch them again at our leisure”.
The Swedish girl sat down on the sofa next to the President & said, “Perhaps Your Excellency should take more of an interest in the criminal justice system, especially with regard to young attractive women convicted of capital crimes. After all the Chinese hold large sentencing rallies before executing prisoners by shooting them in the back of the head, which by the way I think is gross, messy & far too quick, why don’t we do something similar?”.
She continued, “As we have seen today & yesterday the garotte is a much more refined & exquisite method of execution than simply blowing someone’s brains out. Also I am sure that the exchequer would benefit from the films of the executions being sold world-wide on the dark web”.
Marcuso threw his head back, roared with laughter & said, “Anna you are a genius! That is exactly what we will do. Please make sure that every single instance of a woman convicted of a capital crime is immediately brought to my attention along with a photograph of the prisoner. Now please go & bend over the bottom of the bed as I want to fuck you again”
The Swedish girl smiled & said, “Of course Your Excellency, but there is one request I would like to make”
The President smiled indulgently & said, “Anything within reason shall be yours”
Anna sighed & said, “Well Mr President if you are going to continue ripping my panties & tights to pieces I think it is only fair that you increase my uniform & clothing allowance”.
Marcuso grinned & said, “Request granted. Buy as many pairs of panties & tights as you want. Now get over to the bed, bend over, & lift your cute little skirt up. I need to fuck you & I need to fuck you now”.
The Swedish girl smiled sweetly & said, “Of course Your Excellency. Your wish is my command”.
Lucy loved the story & e-mailled Alyssia, “Superb MG!. All I can say is Marcuso for President of the USA! He is bound to be better than our current dickhead. If it existed I would suggest we go on holiday & meet in San Aruba & rub our pussies raw at their public garottings of young women”.
The State news channel’s cameras were already set up ready to carry the executions live into every home in San Aruba & to project them onto the two huge screens set up at the sides of the square.
The day before the executions a platform was erected in the square & on it were placed eight garottes, all identical to the one that had been used in the prison earlier.
Half an hour before the appointed time the crowd began to file into the square.
Ten minutes before the executions were due to begin the Presidential party appeared on the specially constructed dias in front of the platform on which the garottes sit.
The eight sobbing terror stricken condemned young women mounted the scaffold still wearing their white ruffled blouses, red, white & black mini-kilts, tan panty-hose & black boots.
Each one was placed in one of the terrifying wooden chairs & secured by other members of the Presidential bodyguard in full uniform who like Anna had remained loyal during the coup attempt. Angela Von Bulow was put in the last garotte on the right of the platform
President Marcuso went & stood in front of the microphone placed on a table at the front of the dias & addressed the several thousand strong crowd.
“Fellow citizens of San Aruba these eight prisoners have been condemned to death for treason against the State. Let these executions be warning to all potential traitors of the fate that awaits them”.
As instructed under the guns of the watching soldiers the spectators roared their approval.
They fell silent as the masked executioner mounted the scaffold. The only sound in the square was that of single drum beating ominously. He went & stood behind the trembling girl in the chair on the far left, placed the rope around her neck, inserted the wooden handle & looked up at Marcuso waiting for the signal to start the execution
The first victim was a beautiful black Jamacian girl, who like the Russian who had been executed the previous day was a former athlete who had been barred from the sport for cheating by using drugs. She was six foot tall with short cropped black hair & seemingly endless long slender but well- toned legs.
As the executioner took up his position behind her & put the rope around her neck she let out a loud ululating scream of terror which echoed round the square & drowned out the steady drum beat
The President lifts & drops his hand & the executioner begins to turn the wooden handle. The drumming stops.
As she starts to feel the pressure of the rope on her neck the prisoner starts to beg for mercy until her voice breaks into a guttural groan. Her face shows the horror of what is happening to her. Her eyes are wide open, her face contorted into a grimace of pure drug stimulated agony & her mouth is half open.
Her body arches backwards, muscles in tension, projecting her breasts forward, her legs kick wildly exposing her pink panties to the delighted crowd & her booted feet crash up & down on the wooden platform.
As he had the day before the executioner works with practiced deliberate slownesss. After ten minutes he fully twists the handle finally sealing the doomed girl’s windpipe. At last her movements begin to weaken & slow. Her bulging eyes are still desperately looking around looking for salvation but finding none. Her breasts give a huge heave & she goes into one last violent convulsion, a shudder passes through her body, her eyes roll back, drool drips from her fully extended tongue & finally mercifully she dies.
The cameras focused in on the dead girl’s horribly congested & purple face, bloodshot eyes & fully extended drool covered tongue.. The crowd was now silent as the spectators watched the big screen as the camera slowly panned down the prisoner’s dead body, pausing on the now highly visible tight pink panties under the rucked up tartan mini-skirt
The girl in the next garotte has by now lost all control. She looks at the body slumped in the chair beside her & the grotesque pictures on the large screen. She weeps hysterically, the sobs only interrupted by despairing statements of repentance & desperate please for mercy.
It doesn’t do her any good & her weeping & pleading are silenced by the slow but remorseless tightening of the rope around her neck. After a further ten minutes or so two sets of sightless bulging eyes stare sightlessly out from purple & distorted faces, the swollen tongues hanging from the mouths. They are beautiful no longer
On the presidential dias Marcuso’s cock was so hard it felt to him that it would rip through his trousers. Anna rocks backwards & forwards in her chair as the silently humming vibrator in her pussy does its delicious work
The executioner worked his way down the line. All of the prisoner’s sobbed & begged for their lives before they were slowly & agonizingly strangled to death.
Almost an hour & a half had passed since the first garotting started & now the only prisoner left alive was the leader of the coup Angela Von Bulow. Angela was from Paraguay & was of German extraction. She was a 30 year old former mercenary & was tall blonde, statuesque & beautiful. Her major motivation in planning the coup had been the fact that she had been replaced in Marcuso’s affections by the Swedish girl Anna
Angela was normally a composed & quite brave military professional but by now she was a gibbering, sobbing wreck, totally broken by the events of yesterday & today, as of course Marcuso had intended.
As instructed by the President the executioner paused before he approached the last shaking terrified weeping young woman on the final garotte.
Marcuso got to his feet & again spoke into the microphone, “And now we come to the chief traitor. The woman who planned to kill me & take over as Presdident, Angela Von Bulow. I trusted this woman & regarded her as a friend & colleague & she betrayed & tried to kill me.”
On cue the crowd roared & shouted,“Death to traitors! Long live President Marcuso!”
Marcuso waited for a minute for the noise to die down & then said, “Executioner do your duty!”
The executioner steps behind the last sobbing prisoner slips the strangling noose around her neck & for the final time that day starts to turn the wooden handle.
Despite having witnessed close up nine executions Angela discovers that the pain produced by the strangling rope around her neck is beyond all she could have imagined. It is something absolutely inhuman.
She gasps & gurgles as the air whistles in & out of her slowly closing thorax. Her body begins to struggle as her lungs fail to fill fully with the air they need. Her large breasts heave & flop, her head bangs against the post & her legs thresh & flail in the air showing off her powder blue panties to the highly appreciative crowd. Her boots thump repeatedly on the wooden platform.
Her gasps rise in pitch as the opening in her airway is squeezed even smaller. Her face darkens, her head shakes from side to side, her arms twist & turn in their bonds as she tries to defeat the leather straps & free her hands to try & relieve the killing pressure on her neck.
Her lovely firm bottom slides from side to side, her swollen tongue pokes through the white froth filling her mouth, drool drips onto her chin
The President had told the executioner that he wanted Angela to take at least twenty minutes to die & he was only too happy to oblige. Finally after the required time has elapsed her excruciating agony is finally brought to an end as the executioner fully tightens the rope round her neck. Angela stops jerking & kicking & her chin drops to her chest, her body limp. The crowd applauds.
Marcuso went to the microphone for the last time & shouted, “Death to traitors!”.
The crowd roared back as instructed “Long live President Marcuso!”.
The Presidential party left the dias & returned to the palace. As soon as Marcuso & Anna were inside his quarters he grabbed the Swedish girl, pushed her against the door ripped her panties & tights off, reached inside her pussy & removed & threw away the vibrator, dropped his trousers & underpants to his ankles & started to frantically fuck her.
The President was a big man & he had no trouble in supporting Anna’s full weight as she wrapped her black booted legs around his waist. After a minute of feverish fucking they both climaxed more intensely than they had ever done in their lives before.
After they have composed themselves, Anna went & poured them both drinks. Marcuso sat down, lit a cigar & said, “You know my dear I can’t remember the last time I have enjoyed myself as I have over yesterday & today. Please make sure we are given the film of today’s executions so that we can watch them again at our leisure”.
The Swedish girl sat down on the sofa next to the President & said, “Perhaps Your Excellency should take more of an interest in the criminal justice system, especially with regard to young attractive women convicted of capital crimes. After all the Chinese hold large sentencing rallies before executing prisoners by shooting them in the back of the head, which by the way I think is gross, messy & far too quick, why don’t we do something similar?”.
She continued, “As we have seen today & yesterday the garotte is a much more refined & exquisite method of execution than simply blowing someone’s brains out. Also I am sure that the exchequer would benefit from the films of the executions being sold world-wide on the dark web”.
Marcuso threw his head back, roared with laughter & said, “Anna you are a genius! That is exactly what we will do. Please make sure that every single instance of a woman convicted of a capital crime is immediately brought to my attention along with a photograph of the prisoner. Now please go & bend over the bottom of the bed as I want to fuck you again”
The Swedish girl smiled & said, “Of course Your Excellency, but there is one request I would like to make”
The President smiled indulgently & said, “Anything within reason shall be yours”
Anna sighed & said, “Well Mr President if you are going to continue ripping my panties & tights to pieces I think it is only fair that you increase my uniform & clothing allowance”.
Marcuso grinned & said, “Request granted. Buy as many pairs of panties & tights as you want. Now get over to the bed, bend over, & lift your cute little skirt up. I need to fuck you & I need to fuck you now”.
The Swedish girl smiled sweetly & said, “Of course Your Excellency. Your wish is my command”.
Lucy loved the story & e-mailled Alyssia, “Superb MG!. All I can say is Marcuso for President of the USA! He is bound to be better than our current dickhead. If it existed I would suggest we go on holiday & meet in San Aruba & rub our pussies raw at their public garottings of young women”.
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