Part 1
The weeks passed. Execution after execution occurred. I was working harder than ever now with as many as 200 executions a week. The guillotine was kept particularly busy with at least 16 beheadings per day. Public executions became even more frequent and I honed my ability to torture and maim, inflicting a maximum of pain and anguish on my victims before finally delivering mercy in the form of death.
It was during one of my frequent evening sex sessions with the Warden that I had an inkling of what my fate might be. He was very fond of fucking my arse and after a particularly vigorous session he commented about how he was preparing my arsehole for an eventual ride on a sharpened stake. He thought that he was being grimly funny but I understood his meaning quite well. There was talk, he said of turning all executions over to the Army. That would relieve me of my duties. He did not need to add that my death sentence would be immediately carried out. I also was aware that drug offences such as mine had recently had their punishments upgraded from short drop hanging to impalement.
Part 2
Eight girls were brought in to the execution chamber to be decapitated. They looked like they were all between the ages of 18 and 22. I couldn't help wondering what crime they had committed to deserve death, but then the government was ruling by terror more and more, so it was likely that no crime was needed.
The girls were herded toward the guillotine and forced to undress by the soldiers, who were armed with cattle prods, while my assistants made preparations. The blade had been recently sharpened, honed to a razor edge and I had placed a fresh pillow in the basket to soften the fall for the still living heads as they were sliced from their body by the merciless blade. By the end of the morning it would be well bloodied and need replacing again.
The execution chamber sounded like Bedlam with the screams of terror mixed with wailing and crying from the young girls. I hated this, much preferring to execute one or two prisoners in an orderly fashion. I also was not fond of this automated for of execution, no matter how "quick and painless" beheading was.
I steeled myself and selected a girl to go first. She was very pretty and petit. She had a pixy-like face with freckles, short blond hair and bright blue, tear filled, eyes. Her breasts were tiny with pert, pink nipples and she had a wisp of blond pubic hair. She couldn't possibly be older than 18. There was no time to dwell on this though.
The girl screamed and fell to her knees when I placed my hand on her shoulder to indicate that she was the first to go. Two of my assistants hulled her up to her feet and turning her, pulled her arms behind her. I quickly fastened her hands behind her with disposable plastic handcuffs. She was dragged, weeping, to the upright bascule and strapped to it, lowered into a horizontal, face down position and slid forward. I guided her head into the lunette by placing one hand under her chin and the other at the other at the back of her neck. Her neck and head in place, I lowered the top of the lunette, locked it and removed the safety.
"Please, no, no!" she continued to beg. "I'll be good, I'll do anything. Please let me live!"
In those brief seconds I observed her lying there on the bascule, face down. Her head and neck were secured by the lunette and she starred sown, wide-eyed with horror, into the basket here her head would soon lie. Her body was slim, showing the curves of womanhood. Her pert round arse was clenched tight in fear as were her cuffed hands.
I took a deep breath pulled the release chord. The blade slid down and her pleading abruptly halted as her head flew into the basket below the lunette. A gush of crimson blood rushed out of the stump of her neck onto her shoulders, whetting the bascule and lunette, and dribbled into the drain on the floor.
I picked her head up out of the basket by a tuft of her short blond hair and held it up for display while my assistants unstrapped her body and rolled it into the bin next to the bascule. The other girls screamed and cried, but the soldiers stood impassively, cattle prods at ready to keep them in line. I am sure that the head still had life in it at this point. The eyes gazing out at the scene before it before dimming in a few seconds. I threw it into the bin with the body.
I selected the next prisoner while the guillotine was prepared for her. She was a lovely, long- haired brunette with deep brown eyes. She was a bit older than the last girl, probably in her early 20s. Her breasts were larger and she had thick, black pubic hair. But the procedure was the same. Hands cuffed behind her, strapped to the bascule, tilted forward, head guided into the lunette, pulled her hair out of the way, lunette closed and locked, safety removed, chord pulled, blade dropped, head slices off and falls into the basket, gush of blood, display head while body is rolled into the bin, head thrown in after, next victim selected and cuffed while lunette is lifted and bascule is raised upright.
So it went, one after the other. All 8 executions did not take more that 10 minutes. After we finished with the first group, the bin was rolled out to the crematorium and replaced with a new one. Then a second group of 8 was brought in, a mix of young men and women. Then a third and fourth group. The morning's work consisted of 32 executions, all young men and women. Why were there so many to be executed I wondered? I was beginning to feel sick. At least I did not have to use the garrote, that would have been quite time consuming. Besides, the garrote was a personnel form of execution. Strangulation is an intimate thing and I felt like I got to know garroted prisoners, if only briefly, when I performed it. When you strangle you can feel in your hands the life being choked out of your victim, not so with the guillotine. I preferred to know who I was killing.
Part 3
After lunch, I received a call from the Warden. Only two executions scheduled for the afternoon. A man to be hanged by the long drop. A very light sentence indeed, those were becoming rare these days. And a woman to be impaled on the stake. I wondered what horrible crime she committed to disserve that.
I walked to the holding cellblock with two of my assistants in tow. I presented the guard at the desk with two death warrants. "I am here to see prisoners 4230-61 and 62." I said.
Impassively, the guard stood up and opened the first cell door and I entered, leaving my assistants just outside the door. A stunningly beautiful young woman sat on the bench. Her head had been bowed into her hands and she looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had strawberry blond, naturally curly hair that fell in cascades on her shoulders, she had bright blue eyes and her peaches and cream complexion was perfect. I doubt that she was much older than 18.
"I am here to tell you that your execution is scheduled in one hour." I said.
She starred up at me with a profound look of terror and sadness. "Why?" she sobbed. "Why are they doing this to me? I haven't done anything."
It felt as though a fist gripped my heart and was crushing it. Impalement. That was the worst death possible, save for a public execution with the attendant r@pe and torture. I could give her no answer but sat on the bench next to her and took her hand.
"Just be brave." Was all that I could manage.
I stood up and, her hand still in mine, gently pulled her to here feet. Taking a tape from my pocket I knelt and quickly measured her inseam, 71 cm. I allowed her to sit down again.
"I will be back for you in an hour," I said. "It is very important that you try to use the t0ilet. It will make things a lot less uncomfortable for you." I did not have the heart to tell her why.
I left the cell and the door closed behind me. Picking up a small scale from the table where the guard sat I entered the second cell that was opened for me. Inside, sitting on the bench was a young man in his early 20s. He was quite large, muscular and barrel-chested with light brown hair and pale blue eyes that looked up at me expectantly.
"I am here to tell you that you are to be executed in a little more than an hour." He looked down at his feet and a shudder seemed to go through his body as he comprehended what I had said.
I sat down next to him. "Don't worry," I smiled. "It will be a long drop hanging and over very quickly. I will make sure that you do not suffer at all."
He seemed to take comfort in this and smiled weakly.
"Will you stand up for me?" I asked.
He complied without a word and I placed the scale on the floor and he stepped on it. He weighed 127 kg. That would pose some problems. The drop would be critical. Too short a drop would make for a very painful experience and relatively slow strangling death. Too much of a drop would decapitate him. The latter would make no difference for the boy but the clean-up would be a pain.
I made note that his neck was not any more muscular that average for someone his size. Then I took my tape and measured his height, 193 cm. He stood passively while I wrote the information on my pad.
"You are a big boy." I smiled and wondered if he were big elsewhere too.
I indicated for him to sit back down.
"Are. are you going to do it?" he stammered.
"Do what, honey." I replied.
"Ha, ha, hang me." He was quite nervous.
I sat next to him and taking his hand held it to my breasts and looked him straight in his eyes. "Yes, I am going to hang you. I am the executioner. But don't worry, I promise to make it very easy. You'll see. Just do whatever I tell you and it will be over really quick and I promise not to hurt you."
He nodded uncertainly.
"Will you be brave for me?" I asked.
"Yes, for you. I'll be brave." He seemed near tears and I put my arms around his neck and hugged him. He buried his head between my breasts. After a moment I released my hold and stood up.
"Try to use the t0ilet before I come back." I smiled at him. That will make things go easier.
"Ok, I will. Thank you." He answered softly. It is rare that a prisoner thanks his executioner.
Back in the hallway the cell door was closed and locked behind me.
"I will take the woman first," I told the guard, "Then we will come for the man. Please inform the prisoners about 10 minuets ahead of time so that they have a chance to use the t0ilet."
The guard nodded.
I went to the execution chamber with my assistants and walked past the guillotine that my assistants had cleaned after the mornings work to the three impalement stakes across from the short drop gallows with the wench to lift victims onto them. I selected the stake nearest to the wall and adjusted its height to 86 cm. That would allow for 15 cm penetration into her rectum to get the girl started on her slow painful death. I coated the upper portion of the stake with a heavy grease to make the insertion easier.
I then climbed the stairs of the long drop gallows. I referred to a chart that I had developed. I had never before hanged someone as heavy as this young man. A weight of 127 kg called for a drop of only 109 cm. "I could almost execute him on the short drop gallows." I thought to myself. "I had better give him a 120 cm drop to be sure of a clean break."
The noose was ready and I adjusted the rope for his height and the drop.
I was finished here so I left my assistants to wait and went to my apartment to finish some paperwork.
Part 4
I found myself back in the holding cellblock with my assistants. "We are here for 4230-61" I said to the guard.
He opened the door and we entered.
The girl was sitting on the floor, cowering in the corner.
"Its time." I said.
"No, no, no, please." She sobbed.
I knelt beside her and put my arm around her and said quietly, calmly. "You have to come with me now, there is not escape. You will only make things worse by resisting."
She swallowed hard and summonsing all of her strength she stood up.
We walked out of her cell and down the hall toward the execution chamber, she sobbing and me walking beside her with my arm around her waist, followed by my assistants.
We entered the large room and she halted and gasped when she saw the guillotine. I helped her by it to the table. Wide-eyed she looked at the gallows then the impalement stakes and then glanced back at the guillotine. It was clear that she did not know what was going to happen to her. It would be best not to reveal that until the last possible moment. No point in frightening her more than she already was.
"You have to undress now." I said quietly.
She started weeping loudly, tears streaming down her face. I helped her undress, my assistants standing nearby leering at her. How I hated them.
I removed her shirt and bra. Her boobs were small, no more than a B-cup, with puffy pink nipples. I knelt and slipped off her prison pants and panties. She had a perfectly formed arse and a wispy thatch of reddish blond pubic hair. I could smell her scent as my face came close to her pussy. She was strikingly beautiful and I hated to do this.
Standing up without a word I turned her around. Pulling her hands behind her I tied them tightly at the wrists. It was important that she not be able to free her hands.
I looked at my assistants and asked. "Will you be able to lift her or will we need the wench?"
"We can lift 'er alright." One answered.
The poor girl's eyes got wide, she realized what was to happen.
"No!" she almost whispered. "Nooooooo!" Her voice was a high-pitched shriek now.
I signaled for my assistants. Two of them grasped her arms and dragged her toward her stake. She screamed, cried, kicked and tried to dig her heels into the concrete floor. All to no avail. She was quickly to the stake and one of the big men, with his arms around her waist lifted her up, while the other two firmly grasped her legs and pulled them apart.
The girl screamed and they laughed with big grins on their faces. They really enjoyed this. I was feeling sick to my stomach. I hated them for this.
Stooping, I took hold of the girl's hips and carefully positioned her anus over the point of the stake. This was made difficult by her frantic writhing and struggling but it was important that the stake be inserted without serious injury to her anus or rectum to assure as long a period of suffering as possible.
"Ok, lower her carefully." I said.
When the stake had penetrated her arsehole a few centimeters I said, "Drop her legs."
She immediately tried to wrap her feet around the stake in a vein attempt to lift herself off. Her high pitched screaming continued but the stake in her arsehole now prevented her from struggling as violently.
"Lower her down slowly." I commanded in a firm voice.
My assistant did as I said and the unfortunate girl's toes found the floor. My assistant released her and we all backed away. The girl stood on her toes with the stake penetrating a few centimeters into her rectum. Her screaming subsided and she glanced at us fearfully. She was not in great pain. yet. But there was no way that she could escape. She could not lift her feet off the floor without the point of the stake penetrating the wall of her rectum and causing her excruciating internal pain. Eventually her feet and legs would fatigue and she would slowly sit on the stake and die in agony. She was healthy and in good physical condition and it might take several days but her death was inevitable. She would experience burning thirst before the end and there would be no one to give her water. No one to offer her any sympathy. Only the jeers and lustful glances of my assistants and soldiers that came into the chamber. She would experience all of the terror of knowing that her body was being horribly violated and that awful pain and suffering was inevitable before she would find the release of death. The stake would penetrate up into her body, first breaking through the top of her rectum and forcing its way upward until, if she were lucky, it finally stabbed into a vital organ. Eventually the stake would exit out of her back, chest or shoulder, or even possibly her mouth. If she were unlucky, which was more often the case, she might even be alive and conscious when the stake exited. It was a horrible way to die. What could she have possibly done to warrant this?
A trickle of pee flowed from her pussy down the stake to the floor. My assistants sniggered.
"Please, take me off, please." She begged, sobbing. "I'll do anything, I'll tell you anything, please let me go."
I turned away from her. There was nothing that I could do.
"We have a hanging to do now." I announced to my assistants.
Back in the cellblock I said the guard "We are here for prisoner 4230-62."
The door was opened and I entered followed by my two assistants. The young man stood up with a somewhat fearful look on his face.
"It is time to go." I said quietly.
He nodded and without a word followed me out of the cell. He walked behind me to the execution chamber with one of my assistants on either side of him and one behind. He was a very big young man and they were not taking any chances.
We entered the execution chamber and he stopped at the door when he saw the guillotine. I turned, took his arm and walked him to the table next to the short drop gallows. He stared wide-eyed and open mouth at the girl on her toes with the stake up her arse.
"Don't pay any attention to her." I said. "I need for you to undress."
He looked at me quizzically and then complied by unbuttoning his shirt. He was quite nervous and his fingers fumbled a bit so I helped him. With his shirt off he unbuttoned his trousers. I helped him out of them at the same time removing his slippers and socks.
"You need to remove those." I said tugging at his briefs.
He hesitated.
"Here, let me help you." I said quietly and kneeling, slipped them down exposing his circumcised penis and testicles nestled in a thatch of brown pubic hair.
I smiled up at him and said, "That's not so bad is it?"
He smiled weakly and shook his head no.
Standing up and placing my hand on his back and turning him around I asked him to bend over the table, which he did.
Picking up the tube of lubricant I said, "Would you spread your cheeks apart, there, that's a good boy, thank you."
His arse was very large but well formed. I spread a liberal amount of gel in and around his anus.
"This may feel funny, but it won't hurt." I said as I inserted the anal plug.
He winced slightly but made no complaint.
"There, that wasn't too bad, was it?" I asked.
He stood back up and shook his head sheepishly holding his hands in front of his cock, which was starting to stiffen.
I smiled and guided him toward the stairs of the gallows.
"Are you going to be brave and do what I say?" I asked.
"Yes, you don't have to worry about me." He said nervously. "I won't cause any trouble."
"We won't be needing you just now." I said to my assistants. "Wait outside the door and I will call you when I need you."
The three men warily eyed the big prisoner.
"Go on now, I know what I am doing."
The three silently filed out.
"Thank you." Whispered the prisoner.
We were at the stairs now and we quietly ascended them. His breathing was coming more quickly.
When we reached the platform I asked, "What is your name?"
"David." He replied.
"Well David, will you turn around and put your hands behind your back for me?"
He hesitated, not wanting to uncover his now stiff cock.
I gently pulled his hands away and smiled at him.
"That's ok," I said. "Don't worry about that. It's perfectly natural and nothing that I haven't seem before." I reached down and gave his erect penis a friendly squeeze.
He gasped but moved his hands behind his back. I tied his wrists firmly.
"Now step over here, David." I took his arm and guided him to the center of the trapdoors with the noose just in front of his face. Kneeling I tied his ankles together with a second piece of rope. David's breathing was becoming very rapid, his stiff cock was right in front of me. It wasn't too long, 15 or 16 cm, but nicely shaped and quite thick. I would have enjoyed riding it.
"You're quite a man." I said, giving his cock another squeeze and standing up facing him. He was trying his best to be brave but I could tell that he was becoming more anxious as his end neared. I took the noose, slipped it over his head and cinched the hangman's knot just below his left ear. He was now ready to die.
I walked over to the bench and picked up the remote control that opened the trap and walked back to him.
Facing him I said, "I am going to carry out your sentence now, this will be very quick and painless. Do you have anything you would like to say?"
"Ju, Jus, Just, thank you for making it easy on me." He said. His eyes were beginning to tear up.
I looked down at his cock again, sticking straight out. It made me want to laugh. Men just can't help themselves, even at times like this. I took it in my hand again and looking up at him said softly, "David, would you like me to help you out, before you go?"
"Would you? Oh, yes, thank you."
I dropped to my knees and placing the remote on the floor, began to stroke David's penis with my hands. He moaned softly. I moved my mouth close to him and tentatively licked the tip of his cock. He gasped. Cupping his balls in my left hand and stroking his shaft with my right, I engulfed his cock into my mouth. I sucked him gently using my best technique, working my tongue on the shaft and around his glans, concentrating on his frenulum where the shaft meets the underside of the glans. His hips thrust in time with my movements and his gasps came in short bursts. It did not take long before he let out a long moan and I could feel his testicles rise in his scrotum. I chose this moment to take his hard cock deep into my mouth. His hot semen shot from his prick and I swallowed as he continued his long moan. He was having an intense orgasm and I hoped that he would be able to maintain his footing for the next few seconds, especially with his ankles tied.
At the moment he was ejaculating, I picked up the remote with my left hand and still on my knees, with my lips firmly locked on David's cock, I slid backward off he trap doors. When I was sure that David had spent himself I pulled my mouth away from his cock; I could still taste his semen and feel its texture on my tongue. With his cock still in my right hand I pushed the button on the remote with my left.
With a whoosh the doors opened and his cock slipped out of my hand as he dropped. I heard the familiar dull cracking sound of David's cervical vertebra breaking. The drop had been short and his head and chest were above the level of the platform floor, just below my eye level as I was still on my knees. He thrashed for a few seconds in the noose, but I knew that this was likely the autonomic response to the severing of his spinal column. He probably felt nothing, or at the most, a sharp pain in his neck before he almost instantly lost consciousness. He then hung quietly, his head tilted to the right and his neck stretched unnaturally long. His mouth gaped open and saliva was running down his chin. His open eyes starred past me into nothingness. For a moment I was transfixed, as I often am, gazing directly into his eyes, contemplating the mystery of death. I swallowed the last of David's cum and reached my hand out felt David's neck where the vertebras had parted. A perfect break! I felt for his pulse, it was weak, he would be dead in a few minutes. I had planned the drop perfectly.
He looked so peaceful hanging there. Slowly twisting anticlockwise in the noose. Such an easy way to die. I sat back in my kneeling position and looked over toward the girl, still on the stake, still on her toes. She had a long ordeal ahead of her, before death would come for her.
I looked down. A stream of pee was dribbling from David's penis and falling onto the floor below.
I got to my feet and called in my assistants into the room as I descended the stairs.
"Let him hang for another half hour." I told them. "Then take him down and clean up."
Indicating the girl, "Just leave here where she is."
My assistants smiled and nodded.
Walking to were the girl stood on her toes I faced her. She starred into my eyes with a look of sheer horror at what was happening to her. Quietly I told her, "All that you have to do is sit down. Just do that and it will be over soon. Just sit down."
I knew that she could not do it. Why do they so want to cling to life? I turned to leave and walked slowly back to my apartment.
Part 5
I am drifting in a dream fog, there are voices before me. I recognize the voices! I see to figures appearing before me out of the fog. A man and a woman. I recognize them! Bill and Liz. My lost lovers. I had killed them. They are beckoning to me, they want me to follow, they want me to follow.
I wake up in a cold sweat. I am in my bed in my apartment. Well, that dream was not near as bad as the other ones but it was the third time that I had it this week. I rarely get a full night of sleep anymore. My mind is wracked by nightmares, visions of my screaming crying victims. I have indescribable feelings of remorse and self-loathing in my sleep. Why does it affect me so in my dreams? When I am executing a prisoner I rarely feel that way. I feel nothing when I kill, it used to give me pleasure. Why is sleep so difficult, why can't I sleep?
I get up and dress myself. The clock reads 2:30. There is no point going back to bed. Sleep will evade me again tonight. Will today be the day when they finely come to get me. When my assistants are allowed to execute me, to violate me with their hard pricks. Will my own ordeal and death come, sitting on a stake, possibly in public before a jeering crowd? No, I think, that will not happen, I will not allow it to happen.
I walk down the corridor toward the execution chamber. I don't know why I didn't think of this before. The great door is not locked. What good luck! I open the door and enter, closing and locking it behind me. Finding the switch on the wall, I turn on the harsh overhead lights.
I survey the room. In front of me is the guillotine. A quick death, but there is no way to reach and release the blade when one's head is resting in the lunette. To my right is the short drop gallows and the 3 impalement stakes. The poor girl is on the one closest to the wall. I walk over to her. She seems almost delirious. She is on the flats of her feet now, her toes unable to support her any more. Her legs are trembling with fatigue. The stake is a few more centimeters inside her but probably has not done much damage. The torture at this point is thirst, fatigue, and sleet deprivation. One definitely cannot sleep standing with a stake up their arse.
I look into her eyes. She looks back at me. Her eyes are pleading, begging.
Finally she speaks. "Water, please, water." Is all that she can manage.
I come to my decision, there will be no turning back. I walk behind her. Her hands are blue from the bonds cutting off her blood circulation. Blood trickles from her wrists where her skin has worn away from her vain struggles to release the bonds.
I untie her hands. They drop to her sides and I move in front of her.
"Put your arms around my neck." I say in a commanding voice.
A look of hope floods her face and she does as I say. Placing my hands under her arse, I lift with all my strength, until she slides off the stake. A flood of soft sh!t flows from her anus onto, but very little blood.
"Good." I thought, "The stake hasn't done much damage yet."
I hold her as she squats and sh!ts over the drain in the floor. Her body is shaking and she sobs with her arms around my neck.
"There, there." I say, "That's good, let it all come out."
"Thank you, thank you." She weeps, her head on my shoulder as I lift her up and help her to the couch. I get her some bottled water from the dry-bar and she drinks it eagerly. We sit together quietly for about an hour. Me holding her in my arms. I know what must be done. There is no escape for either of us now.
"What is your name?" I finally ask her.
"Lynda." She answers looking up at me. "What's yours?"
"I'm Kathryn." I answer.
Finally I say, "Lynda, there is no escape for us you know. We are both going to die."
She nods her head weakly.
Softly I say with kindness in my voice, "I am going to have to kill you now. If I don't you will die horribly. You don't want that do you?"
She nods again and looks into my eyes, "What about you, won't they kill you too."
"Yes, but I won't let them. I know what I have to do." I answer. "We have a chance to choose our own death now. To die quickly and avoid suffering."
"I know how to give you a very quick death." I say. "I can cut your head off."
She shuddered, "No, please. I don't want that."
"I can garrote you, strangle you. It is not as quite as quick but is not terribly painful."
"That would be better." She answered. "I just don't want my head chopped off. All my life I have been afraid of that."
"Ok, come with me then." I took her hand and lead her to the garroting post. I do not want to subject her to the anal plug so I remove it from the short bench.
"Sit here Lynda." I help her to sit down. After her ordeal I know sitting on the hard bench must be somewhat painful for her. But she bears it well and smiles up at me.
I work quickly, fastening her hands to the post behind her and fastening the restraints around her chest and waist. Finally I fasten the strangling collar around her neck. She is ready.
I kneel beside her. "I am going to start now. You will feel some pain, it is all right if you want to kick and struggle, that is natural."
"Ok, I understand, she says." She is so young, so vulnerable, so beautiful. I kiss her softly on the lips. She kisses back.
I stand up and move behind her, placing my hands on the lever.
"Are you ready Lynda?"
She tries to nod her head in the collar. "Yes Kathryn, do it now." She says in a strong firm voice.
I rapidly give the lever full turns and the collar tightens around Lynda's neck. Her feet flail out in front of her and she struggles against her restraints. I continue to turn the lever, to choke the life out of her. Her eyes bug out, mouth opens wide and her tongue protrudes as she vainly tries to gulp in air.
Lynda's struggles last less that 30 seconds before she is quiet. I continue the pressure on the collar for a few more minutes and then check her pulse. I can find none. She is dead. A much easier death that the one planned for her by the State.
Leaving Lynda still in the garrote, I walk to the dry bar near the gallows and pour myself a drink. I will need it for what is to come. I pick up what I need from the table and walk toward the long drop gallows.
I nervously climb the 13 steps and walk to the noose hanging over the trap. The same noose that brought death to the young man earlier that day. I smile, I can cheat the Warden and the others. I will not die a slow death on the sharpened stake. Or strangling in a noose, kicking my legs, after a drop of only a few centimeters. Stepping to the hook on the upright where the rope is tied off I carefully measure for a drop of 255 cm. Enough to do the job but not enough to cause decapitation. I work deliberately and rapidly. I can feel the cold grip of fear start to take hold but I do not want to risk loosing my nerve. But I feel a strange excitement as well, the excitement that one feels as they are about to embark on a new adventure. I am determined to carry this out. I want it to end.
Executions are performed in the nude, so I remove my clothing, folding my blouse, skirt and panties and place them on the bench. I kick off my sandals and place them under the bench. I pick up the remote control that opens the trap, a short length of rope, and a pair of disposable handcuffs and walk, to the waiting noose. I place the remote on the trap door at my feet where I can press the button with my big toe. I use the length of rope to tie my ankles together. That will prevent my legs from flying apart when I drop, which could throw me off balance interfering with my neck breaking. Standing erect again I take the noose and adjust it around my neck, tightening the knot just under the break of my left jowl. I am becoming more agitated. My legs are trembling and I am having trouble standing, especially with my ankles tied together. I snap the cuff on my left wrist and placing both hands behind myself, I find the free end of the cuff and close it over my right wrist. It is awkward to do this and I am beginning to shake like a leaf but I succeed after a couple of tries. I do not want to panic at the last second as I drop and try to grab for the rope. I want to hang cleanly.
I am ready now. I am my own executioness. I stare forward, looking at noting in particular and swallow hard. I feel a hollow in the pit of my stomach. Is this how my victims felt? I am shivering now. My right big toe finds the remote. I feel the fatal button under my toe. Can I do this, I must, the thought of the slow death by impalement is more than I can bare. I am feeling nauseous but also that strange sort of excitement fills me. My heart is beating fast and I hear it pounding in my chest. I steel myself and try to prepare for what is coming. I am so afraid. I shut my eyes tight. I have the sudden urge to pee. My breathing is becoming very rapid, I cannot control it any longer.
I push the button with my toe.
With a whoosh the trap doors open beneath me. I feel myself drop. My stomach churns. Then in a single instant the rope tighten hard around my neck and I feel the stabbing pain of my throat being crushed by the noose and the ripping pain of stretched muscles and torn tendons in my neck. With a sudden jerk my head whips to the side. The last thing I hear is the dull crack of my cervical vertebra breaking and experience a sharp searing pain in the back of my neck. My body is now numb and I feel nothing except for an intense throbbing headache. All pain now is gone, I'm drifting, sleep. Deep sleep.
In the fog two figures approach, a man and a woman. Smiling they reach out to me. My lovers. "Liz? Bill?" I ask. They answer, "Come with us. It is over now. We are all at peace."
The End
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