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Chapter 88: Tabriz
Two months later Gary & Maddy were in a square amongst a large crowd in the Iranian city of Tabriz waiting for the execution of four young women who had been convicted of selling drugs & prostitution to begin. The young American woman was again wearing her hijab & face veil to conceal the fact that she was western.
In front of them was a wooden platform six feet in the air with steps leading up to it. Behind the structure was a crane & from its jib a metal bar was suspended. Dangling from the bar were four noosed ropes.
The crowd let out a roar as the police van carrying the condemned prisoners arrived in the square. The noise increased as the four young women, hands cuffed behind their backs, were taken from the vehicle.
Gary & Maddy were delighted when they saw that the authorities had decided to dress the four very attractive young women in their “Working clothes” of tight tops & flared mini skirts to emphasise the example that was being made which was that those that dress like this & commit these type of offences would be shown no mercy.
Three of the prisoners appeared to be in their early twenties & one looked to still only be in her late teens. They all wept & pleaded for mercy as, two guards to each girl, they were forced up the steps to the platform & then dragged to the nooses.
Gary slipped his arms round Maddy’s waist, who as in Riyadh was standing in front of him, & pulled her gently back to him. She wriggled her buttocks against his groin loving the feel of his pole like erection against her bottom.
Taking his time about it to build the suspense & tension the masked executioner slowly went down the line of sobbing trembling terrified young women pulling the dangling nooses down over their heads & tightening them round their shivering slender necks.
A Mullah carrying a microphone climbed the steps to the platform & went & stood in front of the condemned prisoners & then addressed the crowd.
While neither Gary & Maddy spoke Farsi it was obvious what the holy man was ranting about as he waved his arms & pointed at the four young women who were about to be executed.
The American couple’s rate of breathing increased as the Mullah’s sermonising reached it’s denunciatory climax. Gary was aware of the sperm starting to dribble from the tip of his throbbing cock & he tightened his grip around his lover’s waist. Maddy was unable to stop herself from moaning gently as her panties became increasingly soaked with her juices.
The crowd falls silent as the jib of the crane begins to slowly rise.
The sobbing & wailing of the doomed young women is reduced to choking gasps as they are lifted into the air & the ropes tighten round their necks.
As the prisoners rise they start to struggle & kick as they begin to slowly strangle.
Breasts heave as backs arch & lungs desperately search for air they can’t get.
Frantically threshing & flailing legs push up mini-skirts exposing panties to the appreciative crowd.
Eyes bulge from slowly darkening faces,
Tongues dripping drool begin to appear from gaping mouths.
Once the writhing prisoners have been lifted about eight feet above the platform the crane stops
Gary & Maddy’s bodies undulate as they rub against each other. Gary glances round about to see if anyone is watching them & is relieved to see that all eyes are glued to the mesmerising scene on the improvised gallows in front of them. Maddy is too far gone to care.
The first girl to expire hangs still five minutes after being raised into the air. Three minutes later the last prisoner to finish her dance legs twitch for the last time & four sets of long slim brown legs sway gently beneath the jib of the crane.
Gary & Maddy both come hard as they watch the final death agonies of the prisoners. As they slowly recover they find they can’t take their eyes off the dead girls. Where they are standing means they have an excellent view of the dark contorted faces of the prisoners & an unobstructed line of sight up their mini-skirts which flutter in the gentle breeze.
They finally manage to tear their eyes away from the four hanged girls & half an hour later they were back in their hotel urgently ripping each other’s clothes off prior to another marathon love making session.
Two months later Gary & Maddy were in a square amongst a large crowd in the Iranian city of Tabriz waiting for the execution of four young women who had been convicted of selling drugs & prostitution to begin. The young American woman was again wearing her hijab & face veil to conceal the fact that she was western.
In front of them was a wooden platform six feet in the air with steps leading up to it. Behind the structure was a crane & from its jib a metal bar was suspended. Dangling from the bar were four noosed ropes.
The crowd let out a roar as the police van carrying the condemned prisoners arrived in the square. The noise increased as the four young women, hands cuffed behind their backs, were taken from the vehicle.
Gary & Maddy were delighted when they saw that the authorities had decided to dress the four very attractive young women in their “Working clothes” of tight tops & flared mini skirts to emphasise the example that was being made which was that those that dress like this & commit these type of offences would be shown no mercy.
Three of the prisoners appeared to be in their early twenties & one looked to still only be in her late teens. They all wept & pleaded for mercy as, two guards to each girl, they were forced up the steps to the platform & then dragged to the nooses.
Gary slipped his arms round Maddy’s waist, who as in Riyadh was standing in front of him, & pulled her gently back to him. She wriggled her buttocks against his groin loving the feel of his pole like erection against her bottom.
Taking his time about it to build the suspense & tension the masked executioner slowly went down the line of sobbing trembling terrified young women pulling the dangling nooses down over their heads & tightening them round their shivering slender necks.
A Mullah carrying a microphone climbed the steps to the platform & went & stood in front of the condemned prisoners & then addressed the crowd.
While neither Gary & Maddy spoke Farsi it was obvious what the holy man was ranting about as he waved his arms & pointed at the four young women who were about to be executed.
The American couple’s rate of breathing increased as the Mullah’s sermonising reached it’s denunciatory climax. Gary was aware of the sperm starting to dribble from the tip of his throbbing cock & he tightened his grip around his lover’s waist. Maddy was unable to stop herself from moaning gently as her panties became increasingly soaked with her juices.
The crowd falls silent as the jib of the crane begins to slowly rise.
The sobbing & wailing of the doomed young women is reduced to choking gasps as they are lifted into the air & the ropes tighten round their necks.
As the prisoners rise they start to struggle & kick as they begin to slowly strangle.
Breasts heave as backs arch & lungs desperately search for air they can’t get.
Frantically threshing & flailing legs push up mini-skirts exposing panties to the appreciative crowd.
Eyes bulge from slowly darkening faces,
Tongues dripping drool begin to appear from gaping mouths.
Once the writhing prisoners have been lifted about eight feet above the platform the crane stops
Gary & Maddy’s bodies undulate as they rub against each other. Gary glances round about to see if anyone is watching them & is relieved to see that all eyes are glued to the mesmerising scene on the improvised gallows in front of them. Maddy is too far gone to care.
The first girl to expire hangs still five minutes after being raised into the air. Three minutes later the last prisoner to finish her dance legs twitch for the last time & four sets of long slim brown legs sway gently beneath the jib of the crane.
Gary & Maddy both come hard as they watch the final death agonies of the prisoners. As they slowly recover they find they can’t take their eyes off the dead girls. Where they are standing means they have an excellent view of the dark contorted faces of the prisoners & an unobstructed line of sight up their mini-skirts which flutter in the gentle breeze.
They finally manage to tear their eyes away from the four hanged girls & half an hour later they were back in their hotel urgently ripping each other’s clothes off prior to another marathon love making session.
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