My new life as an executioner
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It was a mere two months after I took the life of my sister and her young daughter that I received another visit from the inspector. She smiled the smile of a snake when I answered the door.
"Hello there Sir. We meet again. I think we need to have a chat"
I nodded and asked her to come inside. I had no idea what she wanted. I had not forgotten about the last time I saw her, as she watched me noose my sister and niece. She was a piece of work, I knew that. But I couldn't guess what she was here to say.
She sat down and looked me straight in the eye.
"We know, David" she said.
"We know your secret. We know about the thefts. We know about the fraud at work. We know about the gambling debts, the illegal card games, the prostitutes. We know it all"
I swallowed hard. I had always been careful, I was sure I had covered my tracks. Yet they knew. Someone must have squealed. I was wracking my brains to think who, when she continued.
"It would be a shame if people had to find out about the real you. You'd lose everything. Your marriage, your job. Your relationship with your daughter. Everything. But it doesn't have to be that way David. We could.make it all go away "
I took the bait.
"How could you do that?"
"Well. Thinking back to the bang up job you did in snuffing those two relatives of yours, it got us thinking. We were talking to a guy we know works in TV. We were telling him about the way you strung those two bitches up. And he was interested, man. He was positively drooling."
So what? I thought. What's that got to do with me?
"So anyway, he says he wished he could put on a TV show which featured live executions. And we thought. We know a guy who has a bit of experience with offing folks. And we know a few things about him he maybe doesn't want folk to know. And we put together a proposition for you"
I didn't like the way this conversation was heading. I had a feeling I was about to be blackmailed, and I wouldn't be left with any options but to comply.
"David. Our proposition is this. You know we have very poorly written laws around sentencing in this country, and with the right judge we can basically get any sentence we like for any crime. What we need you to do is to bring us women (the TV guy doesn't want men. But he will take anyone with a pussy) who we can find guilty of a crime. We will try them, convict them and get them sentenced. Then you will be our prime time TV executioner. You'll be famous. Or you refuse and we hang you for the crimes you have actually committed. It's your choice pal. What do you say?"
I had so many questions. But I knew I had no choice than to agree. I didn't want to get hanged. I nodded my agreement and the inspector clapped her cold hands together, almost producing a genuine grin.
"You can give us any woman, but my advice is to start with those you know. The 'evidence' you provide can be planted, but it must be enough to convict. We don't want appeals gumming up our TV schedule. And we don't want compensation claims afterwards. You've got 4 weeks until the first program, but they are weekly after that so i suggest you start work on a few different marks."
With that she placed a business card with her mobile phone number on my coffee table, and calmly walked out of the room..
I sat for a while, my brain spinning. If I needed a victim for the TV in four weeks, that meant providing the evidence of a crime in the next fortnight. And then one every week after that. The inspector was right. I had to target women I knew, they would be easier to frame, as I knew more about their lives, jobs and relationships.
As I pondered, I realised, with a smile, that I was also.in the position to settle a few scores, get revenge on some of the bitches I worked with, or I was related to. The more I thought, the more excited I became. In my head I managed to draw up a list of five or six women who deserved to be slaughtered. I just had to think of how and who first...
I spent most of the evening with thoughts whirring around my head. I tried to think carefully about who the first victim should be. I knew the producer had said he wanted a women, regardless of age, but I figured a young attractive victim would be a good choice for the first show.
I narrowed the choice down to two. My 19 year old daughter, and my wife's niece. Who was 22. Was I really prepared to sacrifice my own daughter to save my neck. I'm ashamed to say I was. And what fabulous TV I would make. I decided. My niece could wait. I would frame my daughter and hand her over to the police. If they found her guilty, then that was on them, or at least that's how I justified it.
Living in the same house made planting evidence very straightforward. I knew the password for her laptop, so visiting some illegal websites, and downloading some bomb making plans was the work of moments.
I must admit I wrestled for a while with my conscious before handing her sending her computer to the police, but I knew it was her or me. And I wasn't ready to die.
They came for her in the early morning three days later. I watched guiltily as they charged up the stairs and drageethe screaming girl down and out of the front door. Her pyjama bottoms came off in the struggle, and I stared at her bare backside as she was dragged out of the house. My neighbour told me later they all saw a good deal of her as she struggled and kicked while she was forced into the back of the police van.
I have to admit that, thought she was on the chubby side, I couldn't help but find my daughter attractive. I known thats wrong, and if it makes me a pervert then that's what I am. But that's probably not worse that sending her to her execution.
Later that day I had a phone call.
"We've got her. And the evidence is watertight. Get down here and make the bitch confess. We need a filmed confession to start the show, the producer thinks it will get less backlash"
I arrived at the prison, and was directed straight to the holding cells at the bottom of the corridor. In the last cell was my little girl. She was still wearing her pyjama top and no bottoms. She sat hugging her legs and rocking back and forth.
I called her over to the bars
"Hey sweetheart. What's going on? The police say youve been accused of terrorism. They've got bombarding details on your computer? How has that happened darling?"
"I don't know" she sobbed "I know nothing about it. Can you get me a lawyer Daddy? Im scared"
"You know I can't afford that. Anyway, if they've got this much evidence there's no point. Just own up. You know what I always say. Take the easy route and things will work out. Trust me Gabby, your daddy knows how these things work. Tell them you did it and your sorry. A nice young girl like you will probably get let off"
"You think?"
"I'm sure. I'll go and get the nice police lady, and you can tell her all about it"
She smiled at me and nodded. I couldn't believe how easy that had been, how easily she had probably signed her own death warrant.
The came with a camera and got my baby to tell them everything. I've got to admit she was good. Even I believed she was guilty! When she had finished the inspector stood up and walked out of the cell.
As she left she said to Gabby
"That's enough evidence to convict you without a trial. I'll show it to the judge. I'll be back to tell you the sentence in an hour. Oh, and I'll bring you some menus from our last meal selection!"
Gabby looked at me as she left. Her face said everything. I had betrayed her. My advice had got her in serious trouble.
"I'm sorry Gab, I didn't know what would happen. Still it might be OK. Let's wait and see. She might have been joking"
She turned away from me and slumped into the corner of her cell. With her back against the wall I noticed how her chunky body was straining against the buttons on her pyjama top. I had watches her body develop as she matured, and was turned on by the sight of her erct nipples pushing against the fleece material. She still hadn't been given any trousers, and I saw between her plump thighs a hint of her hairy snatch.
I knew she was doomed. And I think she was aware of that aswell. But she didn't know I would be the one charged with ending her young life.
The inspector returned as promised on the hour.
"Gaby, I'm afraid it's not good news for you..You've been found guilty and our judge has sentenced you to death. As a special example you are to be executed live on TV this Saturday at 9pm. The judge has been kind though. He has given you the choice of how you want to die. You need to decide in 5 minutes. Your choices are hanging, burning and disembowelling. Let me know when I return."
Gaby looked at me, tears pouring from her eyes.
"Help me Daddy " she wailed
""Well I think maybe you should go for hanging, I mean.."
"NO. HELP ME GET OUT OF THIS "
"I can't sweetie. I got you into it. That's right. I planted that evidence, I sent it to the police. I'm responsible for you being in this mess. So I'm sorry, but I can only help you with this one final choice"
"It's not much of a choice is it." She tried to smile "I don't suppose you could make it for me?"
"Well if it were up to me, I'd choose the noose Gabby. The others seem so painful and violent. Surely you'd rather strangle than have flames lick at your legs or have your guts pulled out?"
"Will you be there?"
"Yes dear. And mummy will be there aswell."
"I think you're right. I'll choose hanging. It might be quick and painless if they are kind to me"
It's an hour show kiddo, I think you will be lucky I thought to myself, but I said nothing.
As I walked away I was stopped by the TV producer. He wanted to know what she had decides, and also if I had any special plans for the execution. We discussed these in detail before I left the prison and returned home to break the news to my wife.
Saturday morning came around quickly. It was going to be a busy day. I had arranged to be at the prison for 12 noon, to ensure everything was ready for the 9pm slot.
My wife came with me, and I suggested she stayed with Gabby, to try and keep her calm. And also to get her ready for her TV debut.
By 5pm the room was perfectly set up. I made my way to the cell, and saw the two of them holding each other, sitting on the plank bed. Gabby was wearing her prom dress from 3 years ago. It was black with red spots, and didn't really fit around the bust and backside. She looked like a tramp. I approved. My wife was hysterical. She shouted at me that I had done this, that I was responsible for my daughter being hanged.
"You should watch your mouth bitch" I replied "you never know who might be next"
I left them to it.
I couldn't take any more of my fat wife's accusations. I resolved at that moment to make sure she was also towards the top of my list.
8.45 and it was time to get Gabby from her cell. The cameras followed me, filming now to show her last walk later on the TV. I opened her door and beckoned her towards me.
"Be brave sweetheart. Don't show them you are scared."
She nodded and walked calmly out of the cell. She was barefoot and her feet made small slapping noises on the cold corridor floor, accompanying her quite whimpering.
We reached the door of the studio/execution room. At 9 precisely, and waited patiently for the call to enter.
Gaby whispered
"I know you did this. And I know why. I forgive you Daddy. Oh, and you might want to know, I'm not wearing any underwear. It's just this dress. Yes, I know I make you horny. I've used it to get what I want. Now you are getting what you want"
She kissed me gently on the cheek as the door opened. There were bright lights and cameras everywhere you looked. Gaby looked into the room. And saw the platform where she was going to die, she noose hanged morbidly from a hook I the ceiling. There was a low stool under the noose, and a camera at the front of the stage pointing upwards.
On seeing the noose I heard her gasp, but she was trying to be brave. She walked slowly towards the platform, stepped onto it,and stood still under the swaying noose.
"Oh, sorry Gabby. I didnt tell you I was to be your executioner. Now step up onto that stool, there's a good girl. I'm just going to get this noose round your pretty neck."
I pulled it very tight, and she winced as the rough rope bit into her young neck.
I took another rope and tied her hands behind her back. Reaching behind her I undid the zip down the back of her dress. She hadn't been lying. The dress fe away to reveal my daughter in all her glory. Her generous breasts stood firm with large pink nipples erect. Her slightly round stomach sloped towards a tight patch of public hair. Her legs were stout, but long and shapely. She drew a few admiring whistles from the crowd, though I noticed her mother in the front row looked unimpressed.
I asked my baby if she had any last words. She looked at me sadly.
"I'm sorry daddy. I must have been a terrible daughter for you to want me to die. I will do what you want"
She sobbed and looked at her mother as I kicked at the stool and it flew from under her.
A heavier girl can die quickly in the noose, but I had been careful to position the know under her chin, so her neck wouldn't break. Indeed, the first 30 seconds looked very serene as she simply hung still. I panicked that I had failed to entertain the crowd, that my debut would be my last show, that I would be next jn that noose. But then she started to fight. With a huge groan she let out the breath she had been holding and tried jn vain to replace the air. The panic on her face as she failed to get her breathe was show on a big screen, from on of the cameras trained exclusively on her face. As she continued to choke her legs began to flail wildly, her pussy on full view to all the viewers. Indeed those with a premium subscription were able to access the feed from the camera at the from of the stage trained on my girls pubic area.
She continued to choke, gag and flail for a further two minutes before she began to slow. Her face was now the colour of a ripe plum, her lips swollen and her engorged tongue poking hideously from between them.
With a splash she emptied her bladder on the floor , and she died with a final spasm, dripping from every orifice.
The director gave me a thumbs up.
I had passed the audition.
But I needed to start to think now about next week's entertainment...
It was a mere two months after I took the life of my sister and her young daughter that I received another visit from the inspector. She smiled the smile of a snake when I answered the door.
"Hello there Sir. We meet again. I think we need to have a chat"
I nodded and asked her to come inside. I had no idea what she wanted. I had not forgotten about the last time I saw her, as she watched me noose my sister and niece. She was a piece of work, I knew that. But I couldn't guess what she was here to say.
She sat down and looked me straight in the eye.
"We know, David" she said.
"We know your secret. We know about the thefts. We know about the fraud at work. We know about the gambling debts, the illegal card games, the prostitutes. We know it all"
I swallowed hard. I had always been careful, I was sure I had covered my tracks. Yet they knew. Someone must have squealed. I was wracking my brains to think who, when she continued.
"It would be a shame if people had to find out about the real you. You'd lose everything. Your marriage, your job. Your relationship with your daughter. Everything. But it doesn't have to be that way David. We could.make it all go away "
I took the bait.
"How could you do that?"
"Well. Thinking back to the bang up job you did in snuffing those two relatives of yours, it got us thinking. We were talking to a guy we know works in TV. We were telling him about the way you strung those two bitches up. And he was interested, man. He was positively drooling."
So what? I thought. What's that got to do with me?
"So anyway, he says he wished he could put on a TV show which featured live executions. And we thought. We know a guy who has a bit of experience with offing folks. And we know a few things about him he maybe doesn't want folk to know. And we put together a proposition for you"
I didn't like the way this conversation was heading. I had a feeling I was about to be blackmailed, and I wouldn't be left with any options but to comply.
"David. Our proposition is this. You know we have very poorly written laws around sentencing in this country, and with the right judge we can basically get any sentence we like for any crime. What we need you to do is to bring us women (the TV guy doesn't want men. But he will take anyone with a pussy) who we can find guilty of a crime. We will try them, convict them and get them sentenced. Then you will be our prime time TV executioner. You'll be famous. Or you refuse and we hang you for the crimes you have actually committed. It's your choice pal. What do you say?"
I had so many questions. But I knew I had no choice than to agree. I didn't want to get hanged. I nodded my agreement and the inspector clapped her cold hands together, almost producing a genuine grin.
"You can give us any woman, but my advice is to start with those you know. The 'evidence' you provide can be planted, but it must be enough to convict. We don't want appeals gumming up our TV schedule. And we don't want compensation claims afterwards. You've got 4 weeks until the first program, but they are weekly after that so i suggest you start work on a few different marks."
With that she placed a business card with her mobile phone number on my coffee table, and calmly walked out of the room..
I sat for a while, my brain spinning. If I needed a victim for the TV in four weeks, that meant providing the evidence of a crime in the next fortnight. And then one every week after that. The inspector was right. I had to target women I knew, they would be easier to frame, as I knew more about their lives, jobs and relationships.
As I pondered, I realised, with a smile, that I was also.in the position to settle a few scores, get revenge on some of the bitches I worked with, or I was related to. The more I thought, the more excited I became. In my head I managed to draw up a list of five or six women who deserved to be slaughtered. I just had to think of how and who first...
I spent most of the evening with thoughts whirring around my head. I tried to think carefully about who the first victim should be. I knew the producer had said he wanted a women, regardless of age, but I figured a young attractive victim would be a good choice for the first show.
I narrowed the choice down to two. My 19 year old daughter, and my wife's niece. Who was 22. Was I really prepared to sacrifice my own daughter to save my neck. I'm ashamed to say I was. And what fabulous TV I would make. I decided. My niece could wait. I would frame my daughter and hand her over to the police. If they found her guilty, then that was on them, or at least that's how I justified it.
Living in the same house made planting evidence very straightforward. I knew the password for her laptop, so visiting some illegal websites, and downloading some bomb making plans was the work of moments.
I must admit I wrestled for a while with my conscious before handing her sending her computer to the police, but I knew it was her or me. And I wasn't ready to die.
They came for her in the early morning three days later. I watched guiltily as they charged up the stairs and drageethe screaming girl down and out of the front door. Her pyjama bottoms came off in the struggle, and I stared at her bare backside as she was dragged out of the house. My neighbour told me later they all saw a good deal of her as she struggled and kicked while she was forced into the back of the police van.
I have to admit that, thought she was on the chubby side, I couldn't help but find my daughter attractive. I known thats wrong, and if it makes me a pervert then that's what I am. But that's probably not worse that sending her to her execution.
Later that day I had a phone call.
"We've got her. And the evidence is watertight. Get down here and make the bitch confess. We need a filmed confession to start the show, the producer thinks it will get less backlash"
I arrived at the prison, and was directed straight to the holding cells at the bottom of the corridor. In the last cell was my little girl. She was still wearing her pyjama top and no bottoms. She sat hugging her legs and rocking back and forth.
I called her over to the bars
"Hey sweetheart. What's going on? The police say youve been accused of terrorism. They've got bombarding details on your computer? How has that happened darling?"
"I don't know" she sobbed "I know nothing about it. Can you get me a lawyer Daddy? Im scared"
"You know I can't afford that. Anyway, if they've got this much evidence there's no point. Just own up. You know what I always say. Take the easy route and things will work out. Trust me Gabby, your daddy knows how these things work. Tell them you did it and your sorry. A nice young girl like you will probably get let off"
"You think?"
"I'm sure. I'll go and get the nice police lady, and you can tell her all about it"
She smiled at me and nodded. I couldn't believe how easy that had been, how easily she had probably signed her own death warrant.
The came with a camera and got my baby to tell them everything. I've got to admit she was good. Even I believed she was guilty! When she had finished the inspector stood up and walked out of the cell.
As she left she said to Gabby
"That's enough evidence to convict you without a trial. I'll show it to the judge. I'll be back to tell you the sentence in an hour. Oh, and I'll bring you some menus from our last meal selection!"
Gabby looked at me as she left. Her face said everything. I had betrayed her. My advice had got her in serious trouble.
"I'm sorry Gab, I didn't know what would happen. Still it might be OK. Let's wait and see. She might have been joking"
She turned away from me and slumped into the corner of her cell. With her back against the wall I noticed how her chunky body was straining against the buttons on her pyjama top. I had watches her body develop as she matured, and was turned on by the sight of her erct nipples pushing against the fleece material. She still hadn't been given any trousers, and I saw between her plump thighs a hint of her hairy snatch.
I knew she was doomed. And I think she was aware of that aswell. But she didn't know I would be the one charged with ending her young life.
The inspector returned as promised on the hour.
"Gaby, I'm afraid it's not good news for you..You've been found guilty and our judge has sentenced you to death. As a special example you are to be executed live on TV this Saturday at 9pm. The judge has been kind though. He has given you the choice of how you want to die. You need to decide in 5 minutes. Your choices are hanging, burning and disembowelling. Let me know when I return."
Gaby looked at me, tears pouring from her eyes.
"Help me Daddy " she wailed
""Well I think maybe you should go for hanging, I mean.."
"NO. HELP ME GET OUT OF THIS "
"I can't sweetie. I got you into it. That's right. I planted that evidence, I sent it to the police. I'm responsible for you being in this mess. So I'm sorry, but I can only help you with this one final choice"
"It's not much of a choice is it." She tried to smile "I don't suppose you could make it for me?"
"Well if it were up to me, I'd choose the noose Gabby. The others seem so painful and violent. Surely you'd rather strangle than have flames lick at your legs or have your guts pulled out?"
"Will you be there?"
"Yes dear. And mummy will be there aswell."
"I think you're right. I'll choose hanging. It might be quick and painless if they are kind to me"
It's an hour show kiddo, I think you will be lucky I thought to myself, but I said nothing.
As I walked away I was stopped by the TV producer. He wanted to know what she had decides, and also if I had any special plans for the execution. We discussed these in detail before I left the prison and returned home to break the news to my wife.
Saturday morning came around quickly. It was going to be a busy day. I had arranged to be at the prison for 12 noon, to ensure everything was ready for the 9pm slot.
My wife came with me, and I suggested she stayed with Gabby, to try and keep her calm. And also to get her ready for her TV debut.
By 5pm the room was perfectly set up. I made my way to the cell, and saw the two of them holding each other, sitting on the plank bed. Gabby was wearing her prom dress from 3 years ago. It was black with red spots, and didn't really fit around the bust and backside. She looked like a tramp. I approved. My wife was hysterical. She shouted at me that I had done this, that I was responsible for my daughter being hanged.
"You should watch your mouth bitch" I replied "you never know who might be next"
I left them to it.
I couldn't take any more of my fat wife's accusations. I resolved at that moment to make sure she was also towards the top of my list.
8.45 and it was time to get Gabby from her cell. The cameras followed me, filming now to show her last walk later on the TV. I opened her door and beckoned her towards me.
"Be brave sweetheart. Don't show them you are scared."
She nodded and walked calmly out of the cell. She was barefoot and her feet made small slapping noises on the cold corridor floor, accompanying her quite whimpering.
We reached the door of the studio/execution room. At 9 precisely, and waited patiently for the call to enter.
Gaby whispered
"I know you did this. And I know why. I forgive you Daddy. Oh, and you might want to know, I'm not wearing any underwear. It's just this dress. Yes, I know I make you horny. I've used it to get what I want. Now you are getting what you want"
She kissed me gently on the cheek as the door opened. There were bright lights and cameras everywhere you looked. Gaby looked into the room. And saw the platform where she was going to die, she noose hanged morbidly from a hook I the ceiling. There was a low stool under the noose, and a camera at the front of the stage pointing upwards.
On seeing the noose I heard her gasp, but she was trying to be brave. She walked slowly towards the platform, stepped onto it,and stood still under the swaying noose.
"Oh, sorry Gabby. I didnt tell you I was to be your executioner. Now step up onto that stool, there's a good girl. I'm just going to get this noose round your pretty neck."
I pulled it very tight, and she winced as the rough rope bit into her young neck.
I took another rope and tied her hands behind her back. Reaching behind her I undid the zip down the back of her dress. She hadn't been lying. The dress fe away to reveal my daughter in all her glory. Her generous breasts stood firm with large pink nipples erect. Her slightly round stomach sloped towards a tight patch of public hair. Her legs were stout, but long and shapely. She drew a few admiring whistles from the crowd, though I noticed her mother in the front row looked unimpressed.
I asked my baby if she had any last words. She looked at me sadly.
"I'm sorry daddy. I must have been a terrible daughter for you to want me to die. I will do what you want"
She sobbed and looked at her mother as I kicked at the stool and it flew from under her.
A heavier girl can die quickly in the noose, but I had been careful to position the know under her chin, so her neck wouldn't break. Indeed, the first 30 seconds looked very serene as she simply hung still. I panicked that I had failed to entertain the crowd, that my debut would be my last show, that I would be next jn that noose. But then she started to fight. With a huge groan she let out the breath she had been holding and tried jn vain to replace the air. The panic on her face as she failed to get her breathe was show on a big screen, from on of the cameras trained exclusively on her face. As she continued to choke her legs began to flail wildly, her pussy on full view to all the viewers. Indeed those with a premium subscription were able to access the feed from the camera at the from of the stage trained on my girls pubic area.
She continued to choke, gag and flail for a further two minutes before she began to slow. Her face was now the colour of a ripe plum, her lips swollen and her engorged tongue poking hideously from between them.
With a splash she emptied her bladder on the floor , and she died with a final spasm, dripping from every orifice.
The director gave me a thumbs up.
I had passed the audition.
But I needed to start to think now about next week's entertainment...
Wow, what a piece of shit, framing his own daughter so that she would be executed, as well as ensuring her death would be a painful as possible. Didn’t he have any love for her?!?
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