BDSM Library - Story: Execution of the Terrorist Housewives, Chapter: Part 2

Author's note: This story is completely fiction. Should any name used in this work be the same as that of a real person, it is pure coincidence.

The Nevada facility

On the fight to eastern Nevada, Sara, Diane and Tracy had been separated by partitions onboard the aircraft and therefore could not speak to one another during the 90 minute supersonic flight from New York. Once at the Nevada facility, they would be housed in separate isolation cells.

Within three hours of their sentencing the three condemned women were being loaded off the plane, which had landed at the Nevada facility's private government desert airstrip. As she was escorted off the plane into dry desert air and hot August Nevada sun, Diane Howell looked up and saw in the distance a complex of white windowless industrial looking buildings surrounded by layer after layer of electronic surveillance and razor wire. Several large white metal-clad buildings were in the foreground, behind which was a large windowless five-story building the size of a large multiplex theater complex. Diane wondered what that large theatre-like building was for. On the flight to Nevada, Diane's mind had been racing with thoughts about what the next hours would bring. She knew she would soon find out. She had thought about how very, very wrong her actions had been, but her greatest guilt was reserved for the thought that she had brought her teenage daughter in on the fast-money tunnel scheme. It had turned into a nightmare.

Induction

Diane, Sara and Tracy, handcuffed with their hands behind her back and still wearing the clothes they had wore into the courtroom a less than three hours earlier, were escorted into the Women's Punishment Facility at Elk Flat, Nevada under heavy guard. Surrounded by nine guards, seven male and two female, the three women were escorted into a receiving room. There Warden Anne Bowden waited to receive them. Bowden was 38-years-old, never married, no kids, and loved her job as a high rising star in the Federal Punishment System, where she was certified to handle the processing and execution of both male and female condemned prisoners. At 5'10", Bowden was somewhat attractive in a masculine sort of way, had medium length dark brunette hair, and always wore a dark blue size 12 business suit with a blouse and skirt. Rumors at the facility pegged her as a lesbian, but in truth she could best be described as an asexual bureaucratic workaholic. Bowden anxiously anticipated the arrival of her famous and now newly condemned female prisoners. There would be no pleasantries.

"We are now going to take you into the next room to my right here to begin your processing at this facility. I want to make it clear that, being condemned prisoners, we will follow the strictest protocol with you" said Bowden.

"Rule number one; do not speak unless you are asked a direct question by me or a guard."

Facing forward, Sara eyes darted around the room. She noted that most of the corrections officers standing guard over them were large, strong men. Fantasies of escape quickly vanished.

"Rule number two" Bowden continued, "if and when you are released from handcuffs, do not move your arms or legs unless you are told to do so."

"If at any time you speak, unless you are answering a direct question, or if at anytime you move your arms, unless told to do so, this is what will happen to you."

Warden Bowden held up a small stun gun and pulled the trigger. The sudden electrical zapping sound made Tracy shriek. Bowden told the women that she wanted them to see what the stun gun would do to them if she had to use it on them. She then turned on a flat video screen hanging on the wall behind her.

The scene on the video is that of a male prisoner, standing stripped naked with his hands on top of his head, facing the camera. His cock and balls are completely clean-shaven. Warden Bowden is then seen walking up to him and placing a stun gun on the man's right buttocks. Within a fraction of the second the grown man collapsed in silent but gasping convulsions, followed by hysterical crying. Urine shoots from his penis, trickling upward like a fountain as he twists on the floor, sobbing hysterically. Anne Bowden turns off the video and turns to address her new prisoners.

"You have been warned – no talking and no sudden movement. You are now going to be taken through these doors to my right. Obey every order exactly as it is given to you."

The large double doors to the right open automatically into the adjoining larger room. The large, brightly lit room is hospital white and has a large floor-to-ceiling curtain draped across one end of it, separating one end of the room from view. The bright, well lit room has a white tile floor, white paneled ceiling, and white-enamel colored walls.

Upon entering the room, the guards position the three women in a line about five feet apart from one another, all facing the floor-to-ceiling white curtain. As Warden Bowden steps in front of the curtain and faces the women, several of the male guards stare down at the floor for a moment, almost looking embarrassed about what Warden Bowden is about to say.

"The guards are now going to unlock your handcuffs. When they do, you are to place your arms straight above your head and keep them there until told otherwise. Do you understand?"

The three women nod yes.

"You will then be stripped completely naked. Your personal clothing and all personal articles, including jewelry, will be destroyed. Our resident physician, Dr Wexler, will then give you each a physical exam, including a complete gynecological examination."

Tracy's face flushed red with embarrassment. Sara's eyes darted nervously to the male guards.

"In accordance with the DOCP guidelines required by your sentence, any and all hair between your navel and your knees will be completely shaved."

Warden Bowden then reached to push a button on the wall, causing the large curtain to automatically draw open, slowly revealing three examination tables with full-leg stirrups. Sara and Diane immediately realized they are obstetrical delivery tables, complete with leg restraint straps.

Bowden then signals for the guards to remove each prisoner's handcuffs. As they do, each prisoner slowly lifts her arms toward the ceiling. The three women look like surrendering soldiers as a female guard places a large paper bag next to each of the condemned.

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Sara's arms are held directly overhead. She stares straight blankly forward as a male guard facing her reaches behind her neck and unsnaps the gold necklace containing the photos of her husband and son. He hands the locket to a female guard who drops it in the brown paper bag. "It will be sent home" Bowden says, as the female guard removes Sara's ear rings one at a time. Tears swelled up in Sara's eyes, but she holds her tongue. The male guard then instructs Sara to lift one foot at a time, while the crouching female guard removes her shoes and places them in the paper bag. The female guard then stands up and unhooks the top of Sara's dress and unzips it all the way down her back.

The tall male guard then bends over and, using both hands, grabs the hem of Sara's dress and lifts it over her head, pulling it off her upraised on arms. The female guard then immediately crouches down and grabs the elastic of Sara's cream-colored slip and strips it down off her body. The male guard then also crouched down in front of Sara, and with the help of the still crouching female guard behind her, removes Sara's pantyhose. Waiting for a moment in a crouched position for the female guard to get Sara's feet out of the hose, he then pulls down her panties and tells her to step out of them as the female guard unhooks Sara's bra.

32-year-old Sara Stahler now stands completely naked, her arms still pointing skyward, her firm b-cup breasts, flattened by her position, but now revealing large pink nipples. She is a natural blonde. Her full but firm butt is slightly out of proportion with her smaller breasts. She had stunningly flawless cream-white skin. She has no tan lines. As Sara stared forward at the OB delivery table, her mind drifted back a half a decade, to the birth of her son, when she was last clean shaved for a doctor. She breathed a sigh as a silent tear rolled down her cheek.

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16-year-old Tracy's belt was unhooked and slipped from its loops by a crouching male guard. He then quickly unhooked and unzipped her tan dress slacks, pulling them to the floor, revealing snug fitting off-white hip-hugger panties. While he lifted her ankles one at a time to pull her short hose off her feet, another unseen male CO unbuttoned the cuffs of her up reaching sleeves. Tracy was silently crying with an occasional quick sigh. She still felt like a girl, with hope in her life, however faint. She dreamed of a husband, a family, her own home. To the guards she was just part of their job – processing the condemned. He did not look at her as he unbuttoned the front of her blouse – to him she was already an object set aside by the state.

When Tracy's slightly padded bra was removed, her uplifted arms kept her A-to-B-cup breasts from revealing much shape. Her pale breasts were haloed by a faint, freckly tan line. When the guard pulled down the teen's panties, a bright red pubic bush gave contrast to her faint bikini tan line. As the guard held her ankle and ordered her to step out of her last piece of clothing, Tracy watched a female guard place a covered tray on a stainless steel cart next to one of the exam tables. She watched the guard lift the pale green cloth cover from the large tray, revealing two electric trimmers and a number of disposable razors.

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As Diane's suit jacket was being lifted over her head, Warden Bowden picked up a red wall telephone and pressed a single button. "Tell Dr. Wexler we're ready in the prep room B…no…no, they're all going today…yes...yea…that's right, three full preps" A guard undid Diane's belt and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, lightly tugging them over her hips before they fell to the floor. The other guard pulled her blouse up over her head and then quickly unhooked her bra. Lifting the double D under wire caused her breasts to drop down out of the bra, revealing large brown nipples. Pulling her somewhat matronly full-cut panties down revealed a cesarean scar just slightly above her dark brown pubic mound. The male guard then noticed Diane's gold ankle chain and removed it.

When all three prisoners were completely stripped naked, Bowden ordered them to place their hands out in front of them. They were each quickly handcuffed - with their arms in front of them this time - and told to rest their hands on top of their head.

Prepped for Execution

Dr. Wexler entered without speaking, followed by two middle-aged government nurses in crisp white uniforms. One nurse carried a covered tray. Wexler was 6'1", lean to medium build, 50ish, with dark salt and pepper hair loosely combed back. He had a serious look about him. No pleasantries were exchanged and there was no eye contact. Warden Bowden remained in the room but appeared to step aside when Wexler entered. She did not speak to him.

Wexler, wearing a long white lab coat, purposefully walked in front of the prisoners, intently studying their pubic areas. He stopped in front of Diane, leaned over to touch her cesarean scar, and then turned to speak to one of the nurses, who then quickly wrote something down on a clipboard.

Wexler then looked across the room at Warden Bowden. He then nodded his head, and at that moment two guards took by each prisoner by the arms and quickly brought her to one of the examining tables. Two more guards joined them at each table. Within seconds, Sara, Diane, and Tracy were on their backs, their cuffed on arms stretched overhead to an attachment point. Their buttocks were positioned so that they were off the end of the table. Both legs were quickly strapped into the full-leg stirrups with the knees spread wide, the bottoms of the feet almost pointing skyward. Wexler personally directed the positioning of the stirrups. A small stool was then positioned at the foot of each table and Wexler and the two nurses each took a seat. Wexler himself sat facing Sara. He did not speak her.

Dr. Wexler and the nurses then each quickly picked up an electric trimmer. The electrical buzzing of the three pussy-hair trimmers was the only sound in the room as Dr. Wexler neatly maneuvered up both sides of Sara's wide-spread vulva, and then with one pass completely mowed down the mound of blonde hair on her Mons Venus. The two nurses proceeded to do the same with Diane and Tracy's pussies. Everyone in the room could hear young teenage Tracy sob aloud as her bright red clump of pussy hair fell to the floor at the nurse's feet.

When Wexler was finished trimming the Sara's blond bush to a stub, he then quickly pulled on latex exam gloves and proceeded to shave the 32-year-old wife and mother as completely bare as the day she was born. First, lotion was liberally applied around her anus, labia, and up to her navel. Sara was clean-shaved twice by Wexler, who then carefully wiped her labia, mons and anus with a warm damp cloth. He made a mental note of the small episiotomy scar between her pussy and her anus, indicating a vaginal delivery. As he wiped-clean Sara's anus, Wexler, who was usually very clinically-minded, thought how beautiful she was laying there spread before him. As he pulled off his exam gloves he wondered if he would get a chance to fuck the beautiful soccer-mom-princess-look-alike before she was put to death.

Throwing away the exam gloves he then stood up and carefully listened to Sara's heart with a stethoscope, after which he did a cursory examination of her pert, firm B-cup breasts, mentally noting her erect flesh-colored nipples.

Dr. Wexler then re-gloved and, while holding her feminine lips open with one hand, proceeded to insert a cold-but-lubricated speculum into her spread-open vagina. Rotating the tong-like instrument ninety-degrees, Wexler then spread it wide and clamped it open. He then quickly scraped a pap smear from her pink cervix. Removing the speculum, the doctor then quickly changed into another clean pair of latex exam gloves and carefully proceeded to examine the hood of Sara's clitoris, widely spreading and lifting up on her labia majora to expose the tiny organ. Then, making eye contact with Sara, Wexler inserted two gloved and lightly lubricated fingers deeply into the full length of Sara's vagina. As he slowly withdrew them, he gently pressed upward, dragging one finger against her G-spot. As he withdrew the fingers, his other hand gently tugged upward on Sara's mons, allowing him to check for any urethral discharge as the withdrawing two fingers milked her pee-hole. Wexler then again changed to fresh exam gloves and, holding open Sara's butt-cheeks with one hand, performed an internal rectal examination with his lubricated left index finger, deeply probing her tight asshole as she stared teary-eyed at the ceiling. Then without speaking Wexler rose up, pulled off his examination gloves, dropped them in the wastebasket, and proceeded towards 42-year-old Diane, whose now clean-shaven and spread-wide feminine parts awaited his probing fingers. As he moved away, tears ran down Sara's temples as she continued to stare blankly at the ceiling. Wexler came away from Sara's exam with one bit of certainty; that the beautiful 32-year-old had never given up her tight little asshole to her husband.

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Diane's somewhat heavy thighs were rotated outward and somewhat head-ward; the soles of her feet angled slightly toward the ceiling. Without speaking a word the prison nurse had clean-shaven the 42-year-old woman, completely removing any sign of her dark brown pubic hair from anywhere between her legs, including her anus. Dr. Wexler now sat between Diane Howell's open legs and carefully examined her now clearly visible cesarean section scar. The prison physician, once again pulling on a clean pair of exam gloves, carefully spread and lifted Diane's upper labia and, without expression, purposefully studied the middle-aged woman's clitoris and its hood covering. He then proceeded with the exact same examination he had performed on Sara, with one exception - Diane Howell's large full pendulous breasts were examined much more carefully for lumps or swelling, and Dr. Wexler carefully examined each of Diane's large brown nipples for any signs of discharge. Leaning forward from between her legs, he made brief eye contact with Diane as he carefully felt for lumps under her armpits. During the entire procedure Diane remained supine, her eyes looking downward, following the movements of the physician-stranger who groped her most intimate areas, all while her overhead-stretched arms were attached somewhere over her head.

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As Dr. Wexler approached 16-year-old Tracy Howell, he noted that her upturned feet which were pointing upward from each side of the table, were quite small. As he pulled on latex gloves with a snapping sound, one glance at the young teens wide open vulva caused him to turn to the nurse and request a smaller vaginal speculum than he had used on the two older women. As he sat down between Tracy's wide spread legs, he immediately began visually examining the girl's now-smooth and spread vulva. Without emotion the doctor told the nurse to note in the chart that Tracy was a virgin. Upon hearing him say this aloud, Diane immediately began to cry. Ignoring the sobs of her mother, Wexler spread the teenager's pussy lips with his gloved fingers he carefully examined the hood of her clitoris and inspected the condition of her urethral opening. Tracy now-red face moaned and tensed-up as Wexler slid a single well lubricated and gloved index finger all the way into the young girl's pussy as several male guards looked on. After Wexler had finished with the rest of her vaginal exam he pulled off his gloves and leaned forward to palpate Tracy's small, boyish breasts with his bare hands, lightly pinching each nipple for signs of discharge. The doctor then re-gloved and held out a single finger, upon which a nurse squeezed a bead of lubricant from a white tube.

"No, no please not there" Tracy pleaded as Dr. Wexler began to fully insert his index finger completely into her rectum.

As Wexler threw his final pair of latex gloves in the trash, he glanced across the room at Warden Anne Bowden, who silently nodded back at him. Dr. Wexler then turned to the two nurses and spoke.

"Give each of the three condemned females an enema, drain their bladders with a temporary urethral catheter, and then wash their buttocks, anus, and vulva with antiseptic wipes."

He then walked out of the room without saying another word, or even glancing at Warden Bowden.

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When the two staff nurses had completed their preparation of the condemned, Warden Bowden simply instructed the guards to "proceeded." Upon her command the women were uncuffed and brought up off the examination tables to their feet. Their arms were quickly once again drawn behind their backs, but this time a different type of cuff was applied to the wrist. This cuff was wider, made of leather, and was somewhat padded on the inside. This wrist restraint was then attached to the opposite elbow, so that each woman had her hands restrained behind her back, wrist to elbow, elbow to wrist. In this position, the condemned could not move her arms down to cover her buttocks, nor could she reach forward to shield her boobs or pussy in the front.

The guards then proceeded to fit the women with another device which appeared similar to a two-piece shin-guard used in soccer or hockey. As several guards crouched down next to each prisoner, Diane, Sara and Tracy were each fitted with a pair of hard black plastic lower-leg harnesses which were padded on the inside. This device securely strapped around each of their lower legs between the calf and ankle. The device had a heavy chrome metal ring at each ankle which was used as an attachment point. As the device was strapped down firmly to Diane Howell's lower calves, her lower lip quivered as she sighed in a deep breath. Tears flowed down her cheeks, dripping off her chin onto her large, hanging breasts.

Once the ankle restraint harnesses were in place, Warden Bowden made a quick visual assessment, noting that the prisoners' restraints were firmly positioned at the wrists, elbows, and ankles. Bowden personally pulled on each restraint to make sure that it was secure, especially the restraints just above the ankle. She then picked up a wall telephone and said "this is Warden Bowden; tell the punishment theatre we are ready to proceed immediately."

CONTINUED IN PART THREE