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The Executioness 4
« on: September 29, 2015, 06:58:49 PM »

The young woman was very pretty and she was trying her hardest to be brave. Sensing that she would give me no trouble I dismissed my assistants, telling them to stand outside and that I would call if they were needed. She gave me a grateful look and I helped her undress.

She was slender, had long blond hair, bright blue eyes, and breasts that were just beginning to take on the fullness of a woman. I knelt and slipped off her panties. Her pussy with its thatch of wispy blond pubic hair was just in front of my nose and gave off a strong musky scent. I could feel the wetness starting between my legs.

I stood up and turned her around. "Please bend over the table." I said.

She complied and I picked up the tube of lubricating gel and squirted some on my finger and began to probe her arsehole in preparation for the anal plug. I was attracted to other women as well as men but up to this time had never acted on it. This time I was loosing control of myself and besides, she was completely in my power and would be dead in just a little while. Perhaps she would enjoy it too, some final pleasure. I instructed her to hold her arse cheeks apart while I knelt behind her and gently messaging her anus with my lubricated finger. She seemed to be enjoying it and made a soft groan. As she made no protest at all to this point I probed her pussy with my tongue. She gasped but still did not protest. In fact she started to get very wet in a few seconds, juices flowing liberally from her vagina. My tongue flicked back and forth across her vaginal opening and I softly sucked on her labia. I moved my tongue upwards to probe her tiny arsehole. The gel tasted slightly minty. She became quite excited and ground her arse backward into my face. Moving my tongue back down to her pussy, my nose pressed hard against her anus, I concentrated on licking her clit as she rubbed her arse against my face rocking it up and down, groaning with pleasure. I inserted my finger into her vagina and softly messaged her G-spot. After a few minutes her gasps grew louder and she tensed. I felt her vaginal walls spasmodically contract against my probing finger and she groaned with waves of pleasure as she had her orgasm.

I sucked her clit and engorged labia for a few minutes more and stood up, my mouth and chin soaked with her juices. "Did you like it?" I asked, wiping my mouth with a towel. She looked up at me, still bent over the table and nodded her head. I could see though that she was still frightened and she had reason to be. It was my duty to kill her.

I finished lubricating her arsehole and taking her arm lead her to the garrote whispering to her to in a friendly way, "Be brave, it will be over quickly, don't worry."

The orgasm had taken a lot out of her and she was even more docile than before. I helped ease her down on the upright anal plug fixed to the bench and it easily penetrated her well lubricated arsehole. "Easy there, go down slowly, it won't hurt." I whispered to her reassuringly as she lowered herself.

When she was properly seated I worked very quickly strapping her hands behind her to the post and buckling the belt across her lower torso. Last, I fastened the nylon collar around her pretty neck, gently brushing her beautiful long blond hair aside with my hand. Tears were streaming down her cheeks by this time and she was shivering uncontrollably, knowing that her end was at hand.

I knelt and spoke softly in her ear "I am going to carry out your sentence now, is there anything you would like to say?"

"No," she sobbed softly.

I got up, swiftly moved behind her and rapidly gave the lever two full turns. The girl made a choking gasp as the nylon collar suddenly tightened around her throat. Her legs flailed and her body writhed and struggled as much as it could, constrained by the bonds holding her arms and torso and by the fixed plug penetrating her arsehole. I continued to turn the lever, more slowly now, gauging the pressure and the collar cruelly crushed her windpipe. Her face turned dark red, and her tongue protruded from her open mouth as she vainly tried to draw a breath. In about 30 seconds her kicking and struggling had subsided and she was unconsciousness. I continued the strangulation for 10 minutes before checking her pulse. She was dead.

I stepped away from the Garrote and surveyed my work. The poor girl's bloodshot eyes were wide open as was her mouth with her tongue protruding. Her lovely, long blond hair was disheveled and partly obscured her face.

"What an ugly thing death makes of beauty and what a tragic waste." I thought as a stream of pee began to emit from between her legs.

I called my assistants back and told them to clean up.

I thought about my sexual attraction to the girl. That pretty much settled it. I liked men but I definitely have a thing for other women too. I smiled to myself; I really enjoyed it. He pussy tasted so good to me and I was able to give her a bit of pleasure before she died. I would have to pleasure myself with my vibrator when I reached my quarters.

Part 2

While my assistants cleaned up I inspected the new instruments of execution that had been installed the day before while I had been busy with a public execution. The government had decided to crack down on some crimes that were deemed befitting a punishment worse than short drop hanging or strangulation by garrote. I had to admit that this looked worse, a lot worse.

Several meters in front of the short drop gallows three sharp stakes were imbedded into the concrete floor. They were Teflon coated steel, about 5 cm in diameter and tapered to a point. They were set in a screw mechanism in the floor that allowed their height to be adjusted. Drains were conveniently placed just behind each stake to help with clean up. A framework had been built over the stakes holding a harness that allowed victims to be lifted and lowered on the spikes. This would be unnecessary most of the time because my assistants could easily lift all but the largest of our prisoners the few centimeters necessary. Well, maybe, I imagined that the prisoners would be fighting pretty hard when they realized what was going to happen to them. Looking at the positioning of the stakes it occurred to me that the impaled prisoners would have a good view of any short drop hangings that might take place while they waited to die. I imagine that they would envy the relatively quick deaths of the hanged prisoners.

A very simple device and very simple to use. The idea was that the prisoner would be placed on the spike so that it penetrated about 15 cm into their rectum as long as they stood on their toes. They were to be left like that. First their toes would give out and they would drop to the flats of their feet then their legs would tire. Slowly they would collapse onto the stake, weakened by fatigue, thirst, and internal bleeding. The intense pain would prevent them from leaning from one side or the other and would force them to hold their bodies erect for as long as possible. Finally, of course, the stake itself would hold them erect as the inevitable took place. My understanding was that this device had been used successfully for several years by the secret police and military authorities to extract information from prisoners. I was told that some prisoners had lasted for up to 3 days before finally giving out. Of course, the prisoner at any time could end their suffering merely by sitting down. My understanding was that few ever did.

The large impalement stake that greeted prisoners as they entered the chamber had been removed. It rarely had been used, this sort of execution being mostly performed in public as it was so entertaining. Especially if the victim was young and a pretty girl. The new impalement system actually seemed to me to be much worse. Instead of being mechanically lowered onto the stake, the victim had some control over how quickly they ware impaled. A guillotine was to be installed in several days in place of the old impalement stake. That rather interested me. I had always been fascinated by the prospect of beheading someone and was glad that I would not have to weld an ax to do it. I really do not have the upper body strength for that.

I was eating my lunch back at my apartment when I received a call from the Warden.

"You have eight executions to perform this afternoon." He said, and then went on with more detail. "All of the prisoners are part of a drug cartel that the state police recently broke up. Two of the women, ringleaders, are to be impaled on the new impalement stakes. The rest can be hanged, garroted, or impaled, your choice. The only stipulation is that the executions be carried out this afternoon and that the prisoners witness the preparations and executions of their comrades."

"That makes four of us," I said, referring to my three assistants, and myself "And eight condemned prisoners at one time."

"A detachment of 16 soldiers will be assigned to help you." The Warden replied. "See if you can entertain them the way you did the crowd yesterday at the public executions!" the line went dead as he hung up.

After lunch I walked to the holding cellblock with my assistants, death warrants in hand. I am here to see 4028-08 through 4028-15.

One by one I entered the cells to interview the prisoners, starting with the ringleaders. Entering the first cell I saw a woman sitting on the bench. She was a rather heavyset middle-aged woman. She had a large arse, sallow face with rather greasy dark brown hair. Her continence was all together unpleasant. I knew that her circumstances did not exactly instill pleasantness but I doubted that better circumstances would improve her.

"I am here to tell you that your execution is scheduled in one hour." I said officiously.

She looked up at me impassively. There was little else that I could say. I was glad that she did not ask how she was to be executed. Given the circumstances, there was little comfort or reassurance that I could give her. I asked her to stand up and took a quick measurement of her inseam. I would need that information to set a proper stake height for her impalement. Fortunately she did not ask why I took the measurement.

"Try to use the t0ilet before I return," I told her, "It will make you more comfortable during the procedure." That was certainly true in this case, a bowel full of sh!t during an impalement would be quite uncomfortable.

The second ringleader was a smaller blond woman who looked to be in her early 30s. She was crying softly to herself, sitting on the bench.

Once again I said, "I am here to tell you that your execution is scheduled in one hour."

She cried harder, her body shaking. And without speaking, I pulled her to a standing position and quickly measured her inseam. She was slender and would have been rather attractive.

"Why are you doing that?" She sobbed.

"There was really nothing that I could say and so I just told her to use the t0ilet and left.

The other 6 prisoners were younger. Two were well built men in their late 20s or early 30s one white with brown hair, the other a black African. A third man in his early 20s was white with blond hair. The other three were all women who looked to be in their late teens or early 20s. One was a pretty mulatto woman the other two were white. I told each one in turn that they should cooperate or that I could make things very bad for them. All of them tried to put a brave face on things. The two white women wept softly when I told them of their fate, but I thought that they would be able to hold up. The mulatto woman seemed quite calm and in fact unconcerned about her fate.

Back in the execution chamber I pondered the problem. I had three impalement stakes, three nooses on the short drop gallows, one noose on the long drop gallows, and the garrote. Two of the prisoners were sentenced to impalement, although they did not know it. The long drop was definitely the most painless way to die and I could make the garrote relatively quick. The three short drops would be better than the impalement alternative but the third prisoner selected for the impalement stake was in for an ordeal. Who to select for what was the problem. What should I use for a basis of selection? I also had the assignment of providing entertainment for the troops. I absolutely refused to consider allowing them to gang r@pe the young women. I realize that sort of thing was commonplace for public executions but I would not allow it here as it would cause too much confusion and be sad for the moral of my assistants who only got to indulge themselves that way during public executions of women and girls. And that still did not solve my other problem of who to subject to the stake.

I busied myself applying petroleum jelly to the impalement stakes to make them slide into the victims' rectums more easily. It came to me then. A contest. I called over my assistants, who were making other preparations and told them what I had in mind. They grinned with anticipation when I told them what we were going to do.

Part 3

I walked down the hallway separating the cellblock from the execution chamber followed by my three assistants. The anteroom of the cellblock was crowded with 16 soldiers and several guards. I noticed that the soldiers were well armed and carried cattle prods. We might need them. The prisoners were, one by one, released from their cells and with a soldier on each side of them. We marched to the execution chamber. The brown haired man tried to resist at first but a cattle prod strategically applied to his crotch made him more cooperative; seeing that done probably had a similar effect on the other prisoners. There was no longer the large impalement spike to greet prisoners when we entered so the first thing that they saw was the long drop gallows with its menacing noose.

We quickly marched the prisoners to the open area next to the short drop gallows. I knew that things must be done quickly and efficiently if we were to maintain order.

"All of you are to undress now." I announced to the prisoners.

They stared at me wide-eyed.

"You can undress yourselves or the soldiers can do it for you and I doubt that they will be gentle about it." The prisoners, thinking of the cattle prods, quickly complied.

I walked among the nervous prisoners helping them to unbutton shirts, unhook bras, slide down briefs, etc. The process went surprisingly smoothly in spite of how frightened they all were. Two soldiers armed with electric prods and, no doubt itching to use them, flanked each prisoner and gave the prisoners an incentive to cooperate by undressing.

I then motioned my assistants to the fat lady. They seized her and before she had a chance to protest they had dragged her to the impalement stake on the left side nearest to the wall. Her hands were firmly bound behind her and the harness slipped around her torso. She howled in protest as she was lifted up in the harness, her pendulous boobs flopping from side to side as she struggled. One of my assistants operated the block and pulley system and the other two assistants held her feet to prevent her from kicking me as I positioned her above the stake. It was all that they could do to hold on. I guided her big arse and signaled my assistant to lower her. It was not easy because her fat and thick black pubic hair prevented me from finding exactly where her anus was with the tip of the stake. Things were complicated by her screams and struggling. Then with a loud fart she squirted streams of runny sh!t and pi$$ simultaneously. I did not step away fast enough to avoid the mess and my hands, arms, blouse and skirt were badly soiled with sh!t.

Cursing, I felt for her arsehole with my fingers and signaled for her to be lowered. The greased, Teflon coated stake slid easily into her rectum. My assistants released her feet and they dropped to the floor and squealing like a pig she held herself up on her toes. My assistants removed the harness and stepped away from the stink of her sh!t.

With a frantic look on her face the fat prisoner glanced around looking desperately for someone to help her. "It hurts! It hurts!" She pleaded, "Get me off here! Please! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt, Love," I mocked her, furious that I was now covered with her sh!t and pi$$. "And it will hurt a lot worse in a little while!"

I doubted that she would last long being as heavy as she was. Her legs would give out in a few hours.

All the time the prisoners looked on in silent horror, too shocked at what they were seeing to move.

One of my assistants brought a hose used for cleanup and sprayed the bitch off and washed the mess on the floor down the drain. I stripped off my stinking cloths and threw them into a corner. Taking the hose from my assistant I cleaned my body the best that I could. I wished for a bar of soap. The soldiers were getting more of a show than I had expected to give them. The cold water made my nipples stand out and my shaved pussy glistened with water dripping from it. I knew that the soldiers and my assistants loved the show, I wondered what the prisoners thought.

I toweled myself off and motioned my assistants toward the blond woman. She shrieked in horror when she realized that she was to be impaled too. They grabbed her, bound her hands behind her, and dragged her to the stake on the right side. She was much smaller than her fat compatriot and put up much less of a fight. My assistants lifted her above her stake, holding her legs wide, and I easily guided her arsehole down onto its point. She let out a piteous cry as her legs were allowed to drop and she found the floor with her toes.

"She would last a lot longer than the fat lady." I thought to myself.

I then turned to the prisoners who continued watching in horror at the proceedings. "We will need someone for the third stake." I announced. "So we will have a contest to see who she will be." I gave a wicked look at the three young women who were huddled together. The two white girls were trembling with fright but the mulatto was taking things more calmly.

I instructed my assistants to bind the three men and prepare them for the short drop. We would have to forgo the anal plugs today as placing them would take too much time and cause too much confusion. Besides they were not needed for impalement and did not yet know who would be the third impalee. My assistants were ok with cleaning up any additional mess.

One by one the men were bound with their hands behind them, marched to the gallows, up the moveable steps and each stood on one of the three stools beneath a nooses. Mounting the steps I placed the noose around their necks in turn, cinching the easy sliding gallows knots snugly just behind their left ears. Then I took most of the slack out of the ropes I tied them off as my assistants moved the steps away from the stools. I noticed with some satisfaction that all three cocks started to stiffen a bit. It never fails, men seem to derive a sexual excitement from the thought of being strangled or hung, especially when they are naked and being watched by a crowd that includes women. And all three cocks also were at exactly the right height for what was to come.

I turned and spoke to the assembled soldiers and the three young women. I had to speak loud to be heard over groaning of the two impaled women. "It looks like all three of these lads are quite horny. I will select a man for each of you girls and you are to help him out with a blowjob. Just as soon as they cum, we will start him dancing in the noose. The girl to make her man pop first gets the long drop hanging which is an instant death and the easiest way to go. The girl who gets the second mouthful of cum gets the garrote, which will be a relatively easy end. The one of you who is unable to pleasure her man gets to ride the stake for as long as it takes. Not a very good end so I suggest sucking for all you are worth!"

I gave the young women my most wicked smile. The two white girls stared at me with horror on their faces but the mulatto girl had a faint grin on her face as if to say. "I can out suck anyone here!" I selected one of the young women for each man, placing her facing his semi-erect penis.

"When I give the signal, start sucking." I announced. "When your man cums be sure to let me see the cum in your mouth before you swallow or better yet let it shoot all over your face."

"Ok, now begin."

Each girl took her man's penis into her mouth and vigorously sucked. I don't suppose that any of them ever gave a more determined blowjob. The soldiers loved it and called out encouragement to the three fellatrixes. I felt my hand slip down between my legs and rub my moistening clit as I watched. None of the men noticed, they were too busy watching the show. This was fun, I was glad I had thought of it.

The woman in the center was the tall, dark skinned mulatto with shoulder length black hair, dark eyes, and large firm breasts. She had a large, shapely ass, well formed legs, firm stomach and a thick thatch of black pubic hair. Her man was the young blond. He was medium height and average build. He had an average sized cock too, and light brown pubic hair to go with it. The lad was doing his best to avoid cumming as he now knew what was in store when he did. He was in a hopeless situation though. The mulatto woman obviously was very experienced and knew what she was doing. She used her mouth and tongue skillfully, taking his penis first deeply and then licking and sucking on his glans. She stroked and pumped his shaft with her left hand while messaging his balls cupped in her right and stroked the perineum behind his balls. I smiled to myself as she spit on her fingers and used them to message and probe his arsehole. She was good, really good, and the poor boy didn't have a chance! The fingers probing his arse was more than her man could take and, with a resigned expression on his face, he began to thrust his hips in time with her bobbing head. Soon his body tensed and I could see a smile curl at the corners of the woman's lips with, cock still sliding in and out, she knew that she had won the competition.

The dark woman took his first shot in her mouth and then pulled her head away in triumph, his cum continued to spurt on her grinning face. The watching soldiers let out a cheer and my assistant simultaneously pulled the stool from under the man, suspending him in the noose. The woman released his cock and balls and stepped quickly away as he dropped a few centimeters. The last of his semen dripping on the floor. He was left kicking and flailing his legs as he strangled in the noose and I walked to the woman and escorted her to the table and indicated that she was to wait there and watch the fun. She had clearly enjoyed herself judging from the triumphant smile on her face and the way that she licked the remaining cum from around her lips and off her chin.

The remaining two women, realizing the competition was between them now, redoubled their efforts.

The woman sucking the man in the right hand noose was the petite blond. Her hair was long and she had small cute breasts with large pink nipples, a pert arse, thin waist, and wispy blond hair between her shapely legs. Her man was the muscular African with thick curly pubic hair and an enormous erection and large pendulous balls. The petit blond knew how to suck cock. In spite of its size she had managed to wrap her mouth around his erect penis and take it most of the way down her throat. She held the base of his shaft with her right hand while stroking his balls with her left. He thrust his hips vigorously in time with the motion of her head and his cock plunged in and out of her mouth. He knew what was going to happen as soon as he ejaculated but seemed determined to have one last good orgasm. It did not take long after his neighbor had started his noose dance before the African's hips began to move spasmodically and he emitted a loud groan. The girl's eyes suddenly widened and I knew that she had just taken his first spurt of semen in her mouth.

I nodded to my assistant and he yanked the stool from under the African. The petite blond pulled her mouth away from his cock as he dropped but continued to pump it with her hand and he spurted his remaining cum all over her face. His legs began to flail and he managed to wrap them around the girl's torso as he tried to relive the pressure of the noose on his neck. The soldiers cheered and I quickly moved to her aid and untangled her from his legs.

Walking her to the table to stand with the Mulatto woman I said, "Congratulations, now just wait here." Her black man continued to kick and writhe in the noose for several more minutes before he quieted.

The third woman had been desperately sucking but she just did not have good technique. All that she knew how to do was bob her head to and fro with the cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She did not know to use her tongue and made very little use of her hands. Her man was not even fully erect. When she realized that she had lost the competition she dropped to the floor weeping. She was a pretty girl with long brown hair, nice firm breasts and arse, and a dark triangle of hair covering her pussy. I walked over to her, looking down and saw tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I am sorry but fair is fair, had had your chance. I hope that you like having a stake up your arse" She wept even harder after my cruel comment and I looked at her man. He was well built with brown hair, in both places, and a fine looking semi-erect cock. "Are you satisfied, you want to see this poor girl is going to die a slow agonizing death." He looked at us impassively.

"Do you think that just because you didn't cum you are going to escape death?" I asked him.

He said nothing.

I gave the weeping woman a wicked smile. "Let me show you how this is properly done."

Taking hold of the man's genitals with both hands I engulfed the his penis in my mouth, giving him my best oral technique. Few men can last long when I start on them, but he was a hard case. With my mouth and tongue busy on his glans and shaft, my left hand on his balls, I inserted a finger deep into his arsehole and gently messaged his prostate. I knew that he would not be able to resist being sucked and fingerfucked in the arse at the same time. In spite of his best efforts to prevent it his cock stiffened and he began thrusting hard in my mouth. Soon I felt the hot jets of cum shooting out of his cock and I swallowed the lot. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and with the soldiers cheering I milked him by running my fingers forward from the bottom of his shaft along his urethra, licking and swallowing the last drops of cum off the tip of his penis.

"There, do you see how it is done." I smiled at the girl. She sat on the floor quaking with fear.

"Well, I have some good news for you." I smiled and glanced back up at her man. This wasn't really a competition between cocksuckers, it was a competition to see which man would cum last, and your boy won!"

Turning to my assistants, who had been prepped for this, I said, "Ok, take him down."

His rope was untied and he was quickly dragged off the stool, the noose removed from his neck, and he was dragged toward the middle stake between the two groaning women.

"No! Wait! That's not what you said!" He protested.

Everything happened too fast for him to put up too much of a fight. His hands were already bound behind him, the harness was quickly slipped around him and he was hoisted up. With two of my assistants gripping his legs I quickly adjusted the height of the stake and positioned him over it. As he was lowered the greased point of the stake easily slid smoothly into his rectum and he was left standing on his toes. The stake had not penetrated deeply enough to cause him any great pain. It would remain that way as long as he could stand on his toes. The blond woman next to him was also still on her toes but the fat woman had given out and was supporting herself fully on the soles of her feet. A trickle of blood ran down her fat legs. She definitely would not last long.

I smiled wickedly into his eyes and squeezed the mans now limp cock and then turned back to the young woman who was sitting on the floor below the empty noose. She apparently could not believe her good fortune. Well, it was not that good of fortune, she still was going to die.

By this time the African man had stopped his struggles and a dribble of urine dripped from his semi-erect cock. His bloodshot eyes were open and his tongue protruded slightly from his mouth as drool dripped from his chin. The blond man had also ceased his struggles and pee and sh!t lay on the floor beneath him. His face had turned a dark red, his open, bloodshot eyes starred ahead vacantly, and his mouth gapped open. If they were not already dead they soon would be.

I walked to the table and picked up a length of rope and then back to the woman sitting beneath the gallows.

"Please stand up and turn around," I said. She complied and I pulled her hands behind her and tied them. My assistants had replaced the stair next to the stool under the vacant noose and I helped her to her place next to the noose.

"Be brave," I whispered to her. This will take only a few minutes.

Pulling her hair away from her neck, at the same time allowing my hand to gently stroke her cheek, I efficiently noosed her and then cinched the knot snugly behind her left ear.

The soldiers were becoming rather rowdy, making catcalls and taunting the prisoners on the stakes and the women yet to be executed. This was not a public execution so there was no need to further humiliate the condemned prisoners. In a loud voice I commanded "SILENCE! COME TO ATTENTION!"

The soldiers' military training kicked in and they quickly formed rank and quietly stood at attention. I should not have let things get so much out of control.

"You have seen what you came to see, the show is over. You are causing too much of a disruption so you now are dismissed." I said in a commanding voice. The soldiers silently filed out leaving us with only the sounds groaning of the two impaled women.

"That is better, isn't is?" I said to the noosed woman standing next to me, giving her a reassuring smile.

She managed a weak smile in return. "Thank you." She whispered.

"I am going to have to carry out your sentence now." I said calmly. "Would you like to say anything?"

"Only that I didn't do anything to warrant this. I really wasn't part of the drug ring, won't you believe me, please?"

I stroked her hair out of her face and said, "Of course I believe you, but there is nothing I can do. Please be strong, and this will only take a few minutes, I promise."

She nodded, I stepped down, and my assistants moved the steps away. I tied the rope off leaving enough slack for a good drop and then walked back behind the woman. Grasping the stool with both hands I pulled it away. The young woman dropped about 30 cm coming to a sudden, jolting stop. Her head jerked to the side when she reached the end of the rope. The gallows knot, designed for strangling, cinched tight sliding slightly toward the back of her neck. She kicked violently for about 30 seconds and then hanged limply. A stream of pee emitted from between her legs and some feces dropped to the floor. Her face had taken on a pallor rather than turning dark red or purple as is the case with many hanged prisoners. Her glassy eyes stared downward and her tongue protruded slightly out of her mouth.

"Cardiac arrest." I thought to myself. It sometimes happens when the vagus nerve is compressed during hanging. It makes for a relatively easy death. "Well that's good, hers was a quick death and she probably was innocent."

The final two women stood by the table. I approached and they looked at me expectantly.

"Please cooperate with me and I will make this as quick and painless as possible." They nodded, seeing how easily the hanged woman had died.

The mulatto woman had a trace of a smile on her lips; it was odd but she seemed to be enjoying this. The petite blond stared at the feet with a resigned look on her face.

Speaking to the mulatto woman and indicating to the couch next to the wall I said, "You might be more comfortable sitting over there." She gave me a nod and sat down.

I turned to the petit blond and quietly said, "please bend over the table."

She did as I asked and I gently lubricated her arsehole with gel. Then I led her to the garrote a few steps away.

"Be brave," I whispered to her. "This won't be so bad, you'll see."

She was really in too much of a daze after the events that she had witnessed to put up any resistance at all and docilely followed my instructions. She just stared straight ahead with a blank look on her face. I noticed that she still had some of the African man's semen on her chin. I glanced over my shoulder to where the two men and woman were hanging limply, their necks stretched in the nooses and heads tilted to the side.

I helped her sit on the bench gingerly easing her onto the fixed anal plug. She winced slightly and I smiled at her, "Easy, take your time. That's right."

When she was seated I quickly strapped her arms to the post behind her and buckled the belt across her waist. Then I fastened the collar around her neck.

She just continued to stare straight ahead impassively.

"I am going to carry out your sentence now." I said quietly in her ear, "Is there anything that you would like to say?" Nothing but silence.

I stepped behind her and rapidly turned the lever. She tensed and her legs kicked outward but other than that reaction she did not put up a struggle. I continued rotating the lever, more slowly now, crushing her throat. Her mouth opened slightly as if she were trying to say something. It was her final unsuccessful attempts to gasp air. After two minutes I checked her pulse, it was very weak. I left her there with the collar tight around her neck, she would be dead in a few minutes.

Part 4

I walked back to the mulatto woman. She looked up at me from the couch with her dark eyes and smiled enigmatically.

"It is time." I said.

She nodded, smiled and said, "It's been quite a day, hasn't it? You do good work and I admire your efficiency."

I smiled back at her, "You seem to be enjoying it." I felt quite attracted to this dark woman.

"I don't think that enjoy is the right word." She replied. "With the exception of the last girl, who was innocent, we really all are guilty, especially those three." She indicated toward the 2 impaled women and the impaled man.

"I tried to tell the police that she had nothing to do with us. But those 3 didn't care, they wanted to see her die with the rest of us. Especially Dirk there," She indicated the man on the stake, "He could have saved her but didn't. He was as much our leader as those two bitches! And he was going to let that poor girl die with a pole up her arse just so he could have an easy death in the noose!"

She smiled brightly, her dark brown eyes peering into mine. "I really don't mind dying, I know that I deserve it, in fact I probably deserve a lot worse than a quick hanging."

I had never met anyone who faced death this calmly!

I thought that I had better insert an anal plug to help prevent any more messes and so I asked her to bend over the table. She did so without protest. I knelt close behind her breathing in the perfume of her pussy, it had a very pleasant musky odor. The entrance of her vagina was pink as were her labia minora except their edges, which were very dark. This gave her pussy a rather beautiful and flower-like quality. Her arsehole resembled a rose bud, waiting to blossom. A rosebud above an orchid in full bloom was the effect. And the scent was intoxicating to me.

"Do you like pussy?" Asked the woman from her bent over position, smiling somewhat wickedly back at me.

The question took me by surprise. "Yes, sometimes I do." I said tentatively, "Why?"

"Well is seems a shame, after sucking such fine cock, not to have our pussies taken care of, don't you think?" Her head turned sideways on the table she grinned at me.

I considered for a moment and I called over to my assistants. "You can wait outside, I will call you if I need you. It may be a little while."

They trooped out with sly grins on their faces, well aware of what was going on. Well, I didn't care. I was completely naked and had just given a condemned man a blowjob in front of them and a whole troop pf soldiers. I glanced over at the three not yet dead prisoners, impaled on their stakes.

"We will give them a little show!" I said to the mulatto woman.

She stood up and I took her by the hand and lead her back to the couch and we sat down together.

"What is your name?" I asked the woman.

"Do you really want to know?" She answered?

"Yes, I do." I replied. "I rarely learn people's names. I'm Kathryn."

"My name is Liz," replied the young Mulatto and she smiled warmly.

It started rather slowly. Our hands explored each other's bodies, caressing breasts, bellies, and pussies. We kissed softly on the lips, softly exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. Our lips and tongues then moved over each other's bodies, all the while caressing each other with our hands and moaning softly. We spent a long time on each other's breasts and nipples, licking and softly suckling each other. She had large full breasts and mine, by contrast, were smaller. Finally, working my mouth from her breasts down her stomach I found the clef between Liz's legs. She pulled me on top of her and laid back with me straddling her face and her legs spread wide. We remained in the sweet embrace of sixty-nine for a long time, our mouths and tongues busy in each other's slits giving pleasure, our hands caressing each other's backs, legs, and buttocks, tongues and fingers probing vaginas and anus. I could feel Liz's body convulse with pleasure when she repeatedly climaxed and waves of orgasmic pleasure swept over me once, twice, three times before we finally released our embrace.

I had never had a sexual experience like this before and was completely enthralled with Liz, I wanted to make the moment last forever. I had found someone who could really love, and I was going to loose her. I was going to kill her.

Finally, all too soon, we were sitting up again, peering into each other's eyes and kissing each other softly on the lips. A deep pain stabbed me in the pit of my stomach. I knew what was to come. I broke the magic moment.

"You know what I have to do, don't you Liz?"

She smiled sadly into my eyes and said in a matter of fact tone, "Yes, and we probably should get on with it."

"I think that we can forgo the anal plug this time. Unless you want it." I teased her.

"Of course I do, it is the custom isn't it!" She answered in mock surprise.

We stood up and she stepped to the table and bent over presenting me with her magnificent arse. I knelt behind her and she helped me by spreading her own cheeks. Moving my face closer, I flicked my tongue across her clit and then upward along her slit, ending by probing her puckered anus.

"Stop that, girl!" She giggled, "Haven't you had enough!"

I laughed and then taking the tube of gel, squirted a liberal amount on my finger and gently lubricated her arsehole. Finishing that I eased a small anal plug into the opening.

"Mmmm," She sighed, "That's smaller than most cocks I ever had in there."

She stood up and hand in hand walked toward the long drop gallows. I slipped my arm around her waist as we climbed the stairs but I needn't have worried about Liz stumbling, she walked to her death with firm steady steps.


When we reached the noose she turned her back to me without my asking and placed her hands behind her back.

"Tie them tight," she said. "I don't want to scratch my pretty neck with my fingernails if I loose my nerve at the last moment."

I took a length of rope and firmly bound her hands. I guided her to the trap doors and stood her with the noose dangling in front of her face. I estimated her weight to be between 70 and 75 kg.

"A drop of 165 cm should be enough." I thought to myself.

I carefully measured the rope and tied it off. Stepping in front of her and looking deeply into her dark eyes I placed the noose around her neck. Tears were streaming down my cheeks by this time.

Liz smiled warmly. "Don't cry Kathryn, I am not afraid to die and I am glad that it will be quick." Then with a softer voice, "And I am glad it is you doing it, and not someone else, my love."

I cinched the knot snugly below her left ear and retrieved the remote control that opened the trap doors from the bench next to the railing. Walking back I stood facing her on the trap. I could not stop the tears streaming down my face.

"Do you want your feet tied?" I asked her.

"Is that part of the usual procedure?" She replied.

"Yes. We really don't want them to fly apart when the trap drops" I said. "That could throw your drop off balance and you need to drop straight down to assure that your neck breaks cleanly." I really hated to be so clinical, but it was the only way to explain it.

"Then you had better tie them together," She smiled.

I knelt and bound her ankles with a second length of rope. Before rising I placed my hands on her buttocks and pulled her to me burring my face into her pubis, my tongue finding her clef and flicking across her clit one last time. She almost stumbled.

"Girl, stop that now!" Liz scolded, "You have to get this over with before I loose my nerve!"

Standing I looked deeply into her eyes.

"I don't want to do this," I sobbed. "I wish I had met you long ago."

"You must do it." She said intensely. "My death is inescapable and if you refuse, I will still die, and by someone else's hand and so will you."

"I want to die, I want to stay with you."

"No love, that won't help me, it will only kill us both." She smiled kindly, "Besides, I am ready to die now. I enjoyed today, more than you can possibly know. I am even enjoying this in a way. You are really good at what you do. I envy you your work. Now my love, please, finish it, for both of us."

I gently kissed Liz's lips and she kissed back. "I love you Liz." I sobbed quietly.

"I love you too Kathryn." She replied smiling.

I stepped back off the trap doors and staring into Liz's eyes pressed the button. The doors opened with a whooshing sound and Liz dropped from my sight. The rope in front of me went taunt and I heard the sharp crack of Liz's neck breaking below me. I felt as if my guts had been ripped out.

I looked down. Liz's body thrashed violently for several seconds and then went limp. I knelt down to examine her. Her neck was stretched unnaturally long and her head was tilted to the side away from the knot. Her eyes were wide open, staring glassily into space, and her mouth hung open with a stream of drool just beginning to drip from her chin. Death by hanging is not a pretty sight. I felt the back of her neck.

"A clean break." I thought to myself.

I checked her pulse; it was weak and erratic. She was unconscious and feeling no pain and would be dead in a very few minutes. I herd the sound of her pee splashing on the floor below.

Leaving the gallows I called to my assistants. They entered the room.

I busied myself checking the executed prisoners. The hanged prisoners were all dead except for Liz and she would be dead momentarily. The garroted girl also was dead.

"You can start to clean things up now," I said. "Just leave the impaled prisoners where they are. I will check on them tomorrow morning."

I indicated toward Liz's limp body hanging from the long drop gallows. "She is not quite dead yet. Let her hang for another hour before taking her down."

I walked over to the three prisoners suffering on the stakes.

"I hope that you liked the show." I said. "I will see you all tomorrow morning, if you are still alive."

The fat woman was already sinking onto her stake. Blood pooled beneath her. She would not last another two hours let alone through the night. The blond woman was off her toes and on the soles of her feet. A trickle of blood dripped down the stake from her arsehole. She has slipped and punctured something. Internal bleeding would soon cause her to loose strength. The stake prevented all but a trickle of blood escaping. She looked at me pleadingly and whimpered.

The man was still up on his toes. He stared straight ahead with a look of intense pain on his face.

"Please, I wasn't supposed to die like this." He said, anguish in his voice.

"I am sorry, we just didn't have room on the gallows." I glanced over my shoulder at the girl hanging from the gallows and continued in a mocking tone. "You didn't want for her to suffer impalement, did you? After she worked so hard to give you a nice blowjob?"

He stared at me with eyes growing wild with pain.

I moved closer to him and fondling his limp penis I said in a more quiet voice. "Why didn't you tell the authorities that she was innocent? You deserve this, she didn't deserve what she got!"

Stepping back I continued, "You can end this any time that you wish just by sitting down." I knew that he wouldn't.

I smiled and said harshly to the three of them, "Have a good night."

Then I turned and walked back to my apartment.


Part 5

I lay awake thinking about the day's events. I just could not sleep. I glanced over at my clock. It was 5:30 AM. I would have to get up at 7:00 anyway and I was not going to sleep this night. I got up and dressed.

"Might as well check on the impalees." I thought to myself.

I walked the hall between my apartment and the execution chamber and entered the large room. The prisoners who had been hanged and garroted had been removed by now.

The fat woman had collapsed on the floor cross-legged in a pool of blood. The bloody tip of the stake had exited her body through her chest above her left breast. I felt for a pulse and there was none. The stake probably had pierced her heart.

The blond woman had recently fallen to a kneeling position, either from fatigue of by force of her own will. The stake had not exited but had penetrated deep into her body. Blood was trickling down her legs and the stake onto the floor. She had a very weak pulse, but was unconscious and did not have long to live.

The man between them was still very much alive and conscious. He looked at me pleadingly. I stood looking him in his eyes and contemplated what he must be thinking. He was off his toes and supported by his feet now. The stake had not damaged anything vital and I did not notice any blood. But it was just a matter of time.

"Water, please give me water!" He moaned piteously.

"Sorry, I don't have any." I replied mockingly and then continued, "Would you like another blowjob?"

Reaching down I took hold of his limp penis and caressed it. No response. I knelt down and took his penis into my mouth and sucked gently at first and then vigorously, messaging his balls with my hands. Still, no response. I stood up smiling evilly into his eyes.

"Please, why? Why do this to me?" He croaked in pain.

I noticed that his legs were quaking with fatigue. He had been standing for almost 15 hours. "Because I can, I suppose." I answered.

I checked the blond woman's pulse again. She had slipped further down the stake and I noticed a bulge on her right shoulder where it would soon exit. She was now dead.

"Oh, please, stop it, just stop it." The man groaned. He began to slump then bolted upright as the point of the stake stabbed inside him causing pain.

I moved back in front of him and gazed into his pathetic, pleading eyes. I knelt down in front of him and with both hands grasped his ankles. Then, with a sudden jerk, I stood up pulling his ankles from under him. He slid down on the stake. I expected him to scream in pain but he just emitted a groan. I arranged his legs so that they crossed in front of him as he continued to slip down. I stood watching with a morbid fascination as the minutes passed. He sank further down onto the stake ending in a cross-legged sitting position. Finally his head tipped back and the blood smeared point of the stake exited his mouth. I checked his pulse. He was dead.



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