Siobhan was 27 when she was finally arrested by the secret police. She had been engaged in radical feminist protest since her late teens, attending marches, posting leaflets through doors and campaigning in the press for equal rights for women. Most of her companions in the movement were lesbians, with short hair and quite manly appearance.  Siobhan, however,  was the exception. Although not conventionally beautiful, she had a very shapely body, with quite large breasts, and long shapely legs. Her advocacy of the feminist way of life had meant she had never worn a bra (she saw them as an instrument of subjugation designed by men) and her breasts had certainly lost some of their firmness ad a result. She had posted several Instagram pictures of herself wearing quite revealing and low cut tops, and the saggy nature of her bosom was not difficult to see.
When her fellow activists questioned her motives for showing so much of her body off she was defiant.
"I don't show my tits off to attract men, but to empower women everywhere"
It wasn't long before Siobhan was taking a leading role in the movement, and even appeared as a spokesperson on TV. It was one of these television interviews which was to be the start of her downfall....

The previous November had seen the election of a.new government, one whose primary aim was to attempt to reset society to a more traditional place. Part of.this strategy involved the removal of.hard won rights among many minority communities - it was made illegal to.be homosexual, to be transgender, or to promote views along these lines to others. Many minorities were ruthlessly attacked and purged in the first few months of the new regime, and the reintroduction of public executions for those found guilty of breaking the new laws had become both regular and increasingly popular.
The government knew that if they attacked only minorities it was possible to keep enough of the majority on board to prevent and civil unrest or protest. The recent public hanging of three female environmental protestors  for blocking traffic in the city centre had seen the approval rating of the new government spar to 85%. This increase in popularity emboldened the new prime minister, and he felt able to begin his attack on one of his most hated groups in society - radical feminists.

The increase in the number and popularity of pro feminist protests had unsettled the new government. They knew that the only way to fight back was to make it too.damgerous for anyone to contemplate continuing with their protests. It was decided at cabinet that a message must be sent, a deterrent put in place, but all the while maintaining the support of the majority. And folk seemed to.be enjoying the hangings...

It was after her third TV interview of the day, in which Siobhan had again spoken passionately against the patriarchy, along with the exclusively male makeup of the government front bench, that she was visited by two detectives in her dressing room.
"Hello my dear. Aren't you a pretty little thing? We need to have a bit of a chat sweetheart"
Of course this choice of language had the desired effect, Siobhan was unable to contain her hatred.
"I'm not your sweetheart you patronising bastard. Jesus, the men in this country!"
"That'll do Brian" called out the other policeman. "There was enough hate speech there to bring her in. "
They both grabbed Siobhans arms and roughly frogmarched the poor.woman out of the TV studio and into the carpark. A tip off to the production team meant there were plenty of film crews there to capture the scene as Siobhan was dragged, cursing and screaming, into the waiting black police waggon.

The trial was brief. The all male jury took just over 15 minutes to return their verdict. Guilty of inflammatory language and anti government rhetoric. Guilty of hate speech. Guilty of actions unbecoming of a female.
The judge handed down the sentence with a huge smile on his face.
"Siobhan Graham. You have been found guilty by this court of three serious offences. The range of sentencing afforded to me is huge. Indeed it is in my power to give you a non custodial sentence if I thought for a moment you were in any way repentant.
However, it is abundantly clear that you take nothing but pride in your actions, and have show no remorse whatsoever. I therefore feel compelled to hand down the maximum sentence allowed for these  crimes"
The judge reached under his desk and produced a black square of material which he placed on his wigged head.
"It is the sentence of this court that shall be taken from this court back to the jail you have been held in, and then, at the appointed time, to a place of  execution, where you shall be stripped and hanged by the neck until you are quite dead. I look forward to watching you die my dear. The fewer feminists on earth the easier I will sleep. Take her down"
There were cheers and whoops of support from the viewing gallery as Siobhan was led out of the court. She had remained stoic throughout the entire trial, and again showed no emotion as she was led away.

Siobhan spent next two weeks back in her cell she was held in before her trial. She had quickly settled back into the rhythm of prison life - the pissing and shitting in a bucket, the massive lack of privacy, the fending off of the sexual advances of other prisoners. The only thing that caused her pain were the hurtful and malicious comments which came her way, reminding her that she was a dead girl walking, that she would soon.just be a piece of meat hanging infront of her enemies, that she would die naked and humiliated. She was no fool. She knew there was very little chance that she would be reprieved, though she had submitted an appeal, her lawyer said it was more of a delaying tactic than one with any real hope of success. She was able to reconcile herself with her fate. She felt she was dying for a cause. She was determined not to show even a tiny bit of the fear which she felt, and which was worse at night when her dreams took.her to the gallows and foretold the terrible fate that awaited her.

The day came for her transfer to death row. The 'Graham  Hallows Memorial  Termination Centre' had been built very recently just 1 mile away from the prison on the site if a demolished women's hospital. The new regime had not spared any expense in creating a world leading complex for the humiliation, degradation and execution of women deemed guilty of feminism or similar dangerous ideologies. It's exterior looked like a very modern upmarket hotel, surrounded by beautiful gardens. Inside however it had been designed with only two specifications. To provide the most harrowing and mentally painful end for it's prisoners, and to easily allow filming of every aspect of the condemned's final week on earth.
Siobhan was woken early that Saturday morning and told to change from her prison clothes into the light cotton dress she was handed. She saw that a camera crew was assembled outside the cell and was filming her. Snatching the dress roughly from the guard she walked to the far corner of the cell and turned her back on her captors. Slowly she began to undress, as the camera zoomed in.
"What's the matter bitch?" yelled the guard "shy of showing everyone your tits now"
She said nothing but continued to strip, removing her dirty prison issue knickers.
"TURN ROUND" shouted the guard. Embarrassed she slowly turned, trying to cover herself with her hands and arms. "Siobhan dear. You clearly have no idea how much of this you will encounter this week. It's inevitable that we see your charms. While it's endearing that you are finally reluctant to let us see your body, I need some shots to advertise your show next weekend. Now be a good little girl and show the nice cameraman what you've got"
She knew he was right, that she was trapped and unable to fight back. With a sigh she dropped her hands  to her side. Her breasts were large, but quite saggy, and they hung loosely to the side of her body. Her arms and legs both featured delicate tattoos of feminist symbols. She was in reasonable shape, with just a small amount of fat around her stomach and hips, although her thighs were what could be considered chunky. Her untrimmed black bush contrasted starkely with her pale white skin.
"That's enough ... for now. Put on that dress."
Siobhan reached for the dress, and as she raised her arms to pull it over her head her pendulous breasts appeared once more pert and firm. A small patch of black hair was visible under each armpit. None of this went unfilmed, or uncommitted on by the guards.
Once she was dressed in her white almost transparent gown, the guards entered the cell along with the cameraman, and cuffed her hands roughly behind her back, causing her tits to push against the thin material and show her large nipples through the cloth.
"Come on bitch. Time for a trip" laughed the guard, and pushed her out of the cell, down the grey, cold corridor that had been her home for.the last fortnight, and.out of the prison door. She saw a low wooden cart with a post standing in the middle of it. She was lifted onto the cart and fastened to it with the handcuffs.
Slowly the cart was pushed out of the prison gates and into the street to begin it's journey to Siobhans final destination.
Fastened securely to her stake, Siobhan had to.endure the taunts and curses of the crowds that had lined the streets to make their feelings known. Faced with this intimidation it was impressive how little she reacted. Her only moment of retaliation was when a large skinheaded man leapt onto her cart and tried to rip off her thin dress. He has managed to expose her right breast before she brought her knee swiftly up into his groin. He stumbled back into the crowd, and the poor unfortunate woman spent the rest of the journey facing taunts about how saggy her tits were.
Eventually the cart reached Death Row. And so began the most humiliating, and the last, week of young Siobhan's life.
She was.taken from the cart, and her dress refastened. Then she was led into the depths of the Termination centre. The first thing she noticed was the cameras. They were everywhere, and followed her as she moved along the corridor. The second noticeable feature of the building was the temperature. It was so cold. She felt herself begin to shiver, and her nipples became rock hard. On reaching her cell, she was thrown through the door, but she was not alone. A cameraman had entered the cell with her, and he filmed her constantly.
As part of the governments attempt to make protest and activism as unappealing as possible, they felt it was vital to humiliate and degrade those they saw as criminals, before they finally terminated them. It also made very watchable, and lucrative, television. So, along with the high definition cctv cameras that covered the cell and the corridors, a camera was filming the victim 24/7. It was possible to watch a live feed of Siobhans captivity uninterrupted any time of the day or night. Viewers were treated to Siobhan showering, using the toilet, and sleeping. Those tuning in to watch her sleep were treated to the sight and sound of her reacting to her dreams which were obviously foretelling her execution. She whimpered and begged, crying out for her mother and pleading with her executioner to make it quick. She invariably woke with an ear piercing scream and, despite the cold, drenched in sweat. There was even a website which documented every bowel movement with statistical analysis!
During this daily highlight shows from her incarceration, a further humiliation was planned. Unbeknownst to Siobhan, both her mother and.younger sister had been taken into custody, and were currently being held in a different wing of the centre. Though they suspected that her family held similar views, they had been unable to make a solid case against them, but as they were female they had fewer rights than men, and the authorities made use of that. An online competition was started, to allow entrants to put their bids forward for tickets to attend Siobhan's hanging, with the highest 400 bids being granted tickets. The top two bidders would receive a special reward, being granted the opportunity to fuck either Siobhans mother Karen or her sister Nancy. It was hoped that the choice of which relative to have would be divided amicably, but if not a coin toss would decide. The profits from the auction would be given to a charity whose aim was to re educate women and girls in their role as mothers, housewives and sexual partners to their men.
The week for Siobhan became more and more intolerable. She became agitated by the lack of privacy, and desperate to see a friendly face at least once more. The insistence of the cameramen on filming her most intimate moments made her feel humiliated, but also helpless against the might of the machine that was ultimately going to kill her. She tried to tell herself not to show her fear, her anger and her deep loathing for the men who followed her every move. She knew that retaliation was what they wanted, and what would ultimately lead to an even worse fate.
While Siobhan was enduring her captivity, the viewers of the footage had certainly made their mind up about the doomed feminist bitch. The coverage had been deliberately and ruthlessly derogatory, portraying Siobhan as a dangerous and evil witch. They encouraged viewers to contact the program with their views, and read out the most extreme and hateful. The commentary focused especially on her physical appearance, her sagging breasts, her unkempt pubic hair, her plain facial features, her cellulite pocked arse cheeks. At no point was any sympathy or respect afforded to the victim. She was merely a creature to be mocked, derided and disposed of.
The reason behind this was twofold. Obviously it was imperative that no wave of sympathy was developed for Siobhan or her fellow antagonists. The government could not continue with its cull without public support. Secondly. The TV producers knew that the main event needed a baying crowd, a room filled with hate for the spectacle to really grab viewers attention. And the coverage that Siobhan received in the week leading up to her death certainly achieved that.

The day arrived. Siobhans final day on earth. She had lost all track of time, and the guards took great pleasure in informing her that her neck would be stretched before the sun set. Determined not to show any weakness, she smiled weakly at her captor. She knew now there definitely was no escape. She would hang. Though her face did not show it, her emotions were welling up.inside her. She wanted to scream at the injustice. She wanted to see her family one more time. she wanted her mother.
The day proceeded much like the others, with the one exception that she was no longer being filmed. She wondered if this was maybe one small kindness mixed with all the pain and suffering, but in reality the producers knew that lack of coverage during the day only served to increase excitement for the evenings entertainment.
At 4pm, 3 hours before her date with the noose, a guard came into her cell and instructed her to strip. She removed the thin cotton dress that she had worn all week, it's collar and hem filthy and stained. She stood naked, shivering, as the guard looked her up and down, laughing.
"My God, you will look better dead. Are all your type so ugly and flabby. No wonder you hate us men, when we have no interest in your hairy, saggy bodies."
He then led Siobhan into the next room, where a set of scales stood glistening on the floor.
"Let's see how much you weigh, cunt"
She took a step forward and positioned herself on the scales.
    72kg. A little overweight, not that that mattered. She would soon weigh less once she started to rot, she thought.
"Why do you need to weigh me? Do you need to measure how far I drop?" she asked
"You aint dropping, bitch. It's so we know how many blokes it will take to haul your fat body off the floor" he laughed. "I guess I'll need another two for a fat bitch like you."
She was led back to her cell, and told to put her filthy dress back on.
"We'll be back in a couple of hours, to take you to die. Try not to think too much about that rope, bitch."
Before leaving the room the guard removed her piss bucket.
"Don't you dare piss on the floor - or I'll change that rope for barbed wire. I want to see you piss when you hang"
She sat down on her plank bed, and finally the tears came. Huge body shacking sobs that filled the air. Her guards looked on, laughing. They knew they all broke eventually.  They loved to watch these uppity women become snivelling wrecks. It turned them on.
They came for her at 7pm. Two guards entered her cell, along with the returned cameraman. Forced to her feet. Siobhan was roughly.pushed against the wall and her hands tied tightly behind her back. Once tied, the guards grabbed and arm each and led the poor unfortunate girl out of the cell, down the corridor, and through a set of double doors at the end.
As the doors opened, 400 pairs of eyes turned to gaze upon the mouthy little whore they had grown to despiseml over the last 7 days. The audience, exclusively male, had paid considerable sums to ensure they were present at what promised to be one of the highlights of the year so far. They wanted their moneys worth. They wanted the bitch to suffer.
Siobhan had so far managed to maintain her poise, determined as she was to die with dignity. She knew her death would be used as a warning to others like her, and she didn't want to.show any sense that she was sorry or ashamed of who she was.
The chorus of abuse and insults grew ever louder and more violent as she was led through the crowd and towards the stage at the end of the hall. Upon the stage stood two men, stripped to the waist and wearing black hoods. There was a rudimentary gallows featuring two uprights, a crossbeam and a noose which hung limply from it. The other end of the rope passes through a pulley wheel and hung down alongside one of the uprights. There were 4 separate television cameras positioned to focus on different aspects of the entertainment, and a big screen which was currently showing a close up of the condemned woman's face as she moved towards her death.
The group reached the stage and climbed the stairs on to the raised area. Siobhan was pushed towards the gibbet, and stood motionless with the rope hanging infront of her. Onto the stage walked.the judge from her trial.
"Welcome one and all to this fantastic occasion. The death of a rabid feminist is always a cause for celebration. I am thrilled that I was able to condemn this piece of filth to death, and even more so to.be present with you all to see justice done."
He turned to his victim
"Siobhan, you have been found guilty of terrible crimes against men and the state. Soon you will hang for those crimes. But we have a surprise for you first. You may have wondered why your mother and sister did not visit you in your last week. Well the truth is they were closer than you thought. We arrested them on suspicion of aiding your cause. While we have yet to obtain enough evidence to see them join you on the gallows, we know enough to inflict a lesser punishment."
At this her mother and younger sister were dragged screaming into the hall. Siobhans mother was 55 years old, but still had a great figure. She wore round steel rimmed glasses and had short hair, a look which reminded many of a primary school teacher or librarian.
Her younger sister was just 23. She too had quite a plain face but a nice looking body, dressed as she was in a tight top and black jeans. The two women stared up at Siobhan, not with care or compassion, but with a look of hatred. For they had been told that it was Siobhan herself who had given them up in a desperate attempt at having her sentence commuted.
The judge continued.
"Since you have allowed us to have your mother and sister, we will certainly use them well. Strip them"
The guards who had brought the two unfortunate women into the hall quickly began to remove their clothing, while the big screen provided close up.pictures of their embarrassment.  Siobhan's mother had quite small breasts but large brown nipples, and a bush which showed the nearest hint of grey. Her younger sister had similar features to Siobhan, though her breasts retained a.much more pert aspect, and her pubic hair, though plentiful, was trimmed into a neat triangle. The crowd hollered and.whooped at the women's embarrassment.
Once they were naked, the two women were tied to tables infront of the stage so their torsos were horizontal but their backsides were facing out towards the crowd.
"I can now announce that the two men who bid the most for their tickets are Gavin Peabody and Eric Rogers. Come forward gentlemen and claim your prize.
The two men.strode forward, smiling broadly. They had both paid.over £3000 for their evenings entertainment,  and now they would get a memorable night out.
"I hope you can decide between you which one of these whores you wish to take?"
The men consulted briefly before nodding. Gavin moved behind young Nancy and Eric behind Karen.
Siobhan, standing helplessly, watched with horror as her family was stripped infront of her and was obviously about to be raped live on television. But still she remained outwardly calm.
"OK. We have everything in position. Siobhan,  your execution will now proceed. Guards. Strip her"
The two guards quickly grabbed at the flimsy cotton dress and tore it away from her body. She stood infront of the crowd completely naked. Jeers and catcalls filled air.
"That's one ugly whore. String it up now"
"Look at those tits. They look like a spaniels ears"
"Don't you own a razor, bitch?"
The two hangmen now made their move, one took hold of the noose and roughly forced it over her head, tightening it behind he base of her skull, to ensure a slow strangulation.  The other reached for the other end of the rope and pulled until it was just tight.
Though she was not yet hanging, the rope could be felt digging in to her neck, and she noticed how rough the material was. She winced in discomfort.
"That's just the start sweetheart" laughed the hangman holding the rope.
The hangman loosened the rope a little, and the judge asked if Siobhan had any last words
"I'd like to say" she croaked "that this is not justice. This is an evil act by a scared bunch of men. Scared of women, scared of any dissent. You men that would hang me are weak pathetic bastards. You men that rape my mother and sister are evil gggkkk"
The hangman had heard enough. He pulled hard on the rope, and it bit into Siobhans neck, pulling her up on her toes. The second hangman cooly walked over and added his weight. With one more pull her feet left the ground. Another pull and she was two feet in the air. Her face was contorted in obvious pain, and her neck was already starting to stretch. After twenty seconds of hanging still she raised her legs up so they almost touched her naked tits, before forcing them down quickly, almost as if she was trying to somehow break her neck and end this agony. Again she performed the same movement, but this time as her legs fell she let out a rasping fart that echoed around the hall.
As she began to kick, she was still obvious completely conscious, and her eyes lingered on the site of her mother and sister, tears in their eyes as the prizewinners pumped away at their tight arseholes. The big screen showed a close up of her face, along with the faces of her family.
After two minutes she was still kicking wildly. The hangman had done an excellent job in positioning the noose just so. She was strangling slowly, and the crowd was loving it. Almost all the crowd had their hands in their pants, turned on by the sight of their mortal enemy thrashing and choking. As the minutes passed, she began to succumb, her face turning first bright red, then purple. Her neck was now obscenely stretched, and the tendons stood out proudly just below the noose. Her tongue lolled from the corner of her mouth, and a constant stream of saliva dripped onto her saggy breasts and down onto the floor.
It was 10 minutes before Siobhan finally started to die. Her legs were now twitching, and her staring eyes had lost focus. With one last effort she lifted her legs apart, and pissed copiously onto the stage, the sound accompany the racous orgasm of the two rapists and the continued screams of their victims.
The official time of death was given as 7.28pm. She had danced and squirmed and choked for 12 minutes.
Now she hung dead, mouth and pussy both dripping. The cameras continued to film every angle, gathering more footage for the highlights show tomorrow night.
The hall began to empty, and soon all that was left was the corpse of Siobhan and the two tied up bodies of her mother and sister. It was unclear what their fate would be.

 

Wow, this is pretty damn fucked up.

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