BDSM Library - Story: Execution of the Terrorist Housewives, Chapter: Part 4

Execution of the Terrorist Housewives Chapter Four

Review of Main Characters :

Diane Howell - Attractive in a businesslike way. Short light-brown hair cut in a Hamilesque-wedge. A touch heavy-set with pendulous (hanging) D-cup breasts adorned with huge thimble-sized, often erect, brown nipples. Full butt with somewhat saddle-bagged hips. Now age 42. Divorced, mother (via c-section) of Tracy.

Tracy Howell - single, thin, rather flat-chested (A-cup) virgin. Now age 16.

Sara Stahler - Now 33, married, mother of one young boy (natural birth). Beautiful Princess Di look-alike with short-to-medium length natural blond hair and flawless skin. Small but firm B-cup tits with small, erect nipples. Athletic.

Anne Bowden - Age 38. Warden of the Federal Punishment Processing Center at Elk Flat, Nevada. Certified to oversee all federal punitive and execution procedures on both male and female inmates. Single, never married.

Alan Wexler, MD - Age 52. Board-certified obstetrician and gynecologist. Also qualified as a general surgeon. Medical Director and second-in-command of the Women's Federal Punishment Processing Center at Elk Flat, Nevada.

Chapter 4 (Sorry this is belated. Enjoy! Love to all my fans, Jill)

Beautiful Princess Di look-alike housewife Sara Stahler stepped dripping from the shower and reached for a towel from Dr. Wexler's bright chrome towel rack. She first dried her arms and legs with doctor's long, thick bath towel, then moved to her firm torso with long strokes across her wet chest and abdomen. Sara momentarily bent and spread her knees in order to run the plush terrycloth across her smooth, dripping-wet feminine lips.

As Sara raised her arms overhead to dry her soaked blond locks, she glanced into the bathroom mirror and saw Dr. Wexler's reflection staring back at her moist naked body from just outside the open bathroom door. Sara was shocked to see that he was completely naked and his cock semi rigid. He had been watching her shower.

“Thank you” Sara said as she smiled at him, clearly referring to his temporary ‘medical reprieve' which had spared her the severe belt whipping which Diane and her daughter Tracy had received the day before.

Unfortunately for Sarah, Wexler's reply was as bold as his nudity. He quickly stepped toward the 33-year-old mom, grabbed her by the back of her hair firmly with his left hand, then slapped her clear across the face with his right hand.

“Listen, you little lip-meat, you mean nothing to me, do you understand?” he roared as he grabbed Sara's head, forcing her to make eye contact with him. Sarah began to cry as she stared in terror back at him, a red welt mark rising on her left cheek. Her fantasy bubble had burst.

Still forcing eye contact, Wexler continued “You may have gotten through life by manipulating men with your pretty smile, or your pouty, cock sucking lips, or screaming a bit when you gave up your pussy, but there is only one reason you got off the hook yesterday honey, and that's because when I examined you it was clear to me that your prissy little bitch-self had never given up her asshole, and I thought it was a shame for such a nice tight little butt-hole to go to the meat farm unused.”

“Yes, you're going to give up every inch of it, honey. And don't worry, there won't be any need for handcuffs or restraints, because you'll hold every position just as you're told. That's because if you don't, I'll bullwhip you from head to toe and then dip you in a vat of vinegar. Do you understand?

Sara wept, tears running down her face as she shook her head affirmatively.

The sadist doctor dragged Sara's beautiful naked female form over to his bed and ordered her to lie on her back. She obeyed. Wexler didn't want to take her on her knees in the typical ass-fuck fashion. He wanted to look her into her eyes while he raped her virgin asshole. He wanted to see her face as she screamed. He wanted to see her expressions as the soccer-mom housewife endured a virgin anal rape.

The only lubricant Wexler used to enter Sara's rectum was the clear natural pre-come which was dripping from the swollen knob-head of his rigid dick. As he proceeded to mount Sara in a face-to-face modified-missionary position, he ordered her to place the bottoms of her feet flat against each side of his neck. This posture forced Sara's knees to draw up under her armpits and caused them to spread apart as Wexler leaned forward to make close eye-to-eye contact with her. The athletic soccer-mom was built perfectly for this kind of dexterous, tight, high-pitched sex.

Sara obediently kept her hands straight up over her head as Wexler instructed. Once he positioned his swollen, bulbous cock-head against Sara' anal door, Wexler used both hands to grab the blonde's head, forcing eye contact throughout the entire anal rape.

Sara alternately moaned, screamed, and cried as Dr. Wexler forcefully took in minutes that which she had never willingly given up in 33 years. The position in which Wexler had chosen to fuck Sara allowed his hard phallus to fully penetrate her rectum with pounding, rapid strokes. His nurses' most assuredly heard Sara's screaming all the way down the hall at their Nurses Station. But they were accustomed to Wexler's sexual shenanigans and took these sort things, especially with condemned females, in stride.

Wexler convulsed in orgasmic bliss as he held Sara tightly, ejaculating his semen deep into her colon. After he came inside her, Wexler laid atop her for several minutes, his cock still semi rigid inside Sara's tight forbidden asshole.

After a half hour of laying next to her, Wexler ordered Sara to get up and shower again. This time he joined her, making her wash his body and worship his cock, licking his wet, dripping dick and balls as she knelt beneath the downpour.

After resting again in his ‘on-call' bedroom for about another hour, Dr. Wexler ordered Sara to kneel on the bed in front of him. He then knelt also, turned his back to her and bent over, laying his chest and shoulders on the bed, with his ass-cheeks high in the air and his knees slightly spread. Wexler then ordered the 33-year-old mom to lick and tongue his asshole. For more than 20 minutes Sara was humiliatingly forced to rim-worship Wexler. He loved the deeply intimate attention from the beautiful housewife, and the act once again aroused the doc, and once again he fucked Sara very hard in the ass, this time lasting much longer. As he orgasm in her butt for the second time in as many hours, Wexler thought that Sara was so beautiful it would certainly be easy to fall in love with her.

Satisfied that he had stretched out her anal sphincter muscles sufficiently, Wexler picked up the phone and called for his nurses to send an orderly with a wheelchair and restraint tape.

”I'm going to show you around the facility” Wexler said as the huge black orderly duct-taped Sarah's arms and waist to the wheelchair, followed by tape to the mouth.

While the naked, condemned blonde was being securely gagged and strapped down to the wheelchair, Dr. Wexler explained that he was going to give her a tour of some of the ‘most private and secure' venues round the facility, “Stuff the public never sees.” “I'm going to show you off.” he said as the orderly wheeled her out of the room, the now laughing doctor in tow. “And I'm going to show you what you've got coming, too” he added with a bit of sarcasm.

The orderly pushed Sara's wheelchair down a long, wide, and conspicuously empty institutional-looking hallway. The corridor was brightly lit and was spotlessly clean. It was wider than a standard hospital hallway and had a somewhat higher ceiling. As the wheelchair with the helpless naked condemned housewife rolled along, Dr. Wexler walked beside and narrated the tour.

Soon a line of figures appeared in the distance, coming down the hallway in the opposite direction of the trio. As the group approached, Sarah was able to see that it was comprised of two dark blue uniformed female guards who were escorting a single line of seven female prisoners. As they passed in the hallway the doctor and his orderly seem to pay no attention to them. Sara thought this was somewhat odd, since all seven of the female prisoners were completely naked. They were not handcuffed but marched obediently in-line. They appeared to her to range in age from teens to late middle-aged. Two were moderately obese; one was quite thin. Several of the females had very short-cropped hairdos; none had hair touching the shoulder. Each woman's pussy was completely shaved bald; the crack of her femininity clearly visable.

After they passed Wexler said “Those women were just leaving the prep area. They're probably all going to be whipped sometime later today. Then they'll be sent home. I can tell they're not condemned prisoners because they were not handcuffed or restrained in any way.”

Wexler continued his commentary as the orderly continued to wheel the gagged mom down the corridor.

“We only have two kinds of prisoners here Sara, those who will be strapped, whipped, caned, or in some other way corporally punished and then quickly released after medical attention, and those who will be put to death, occasionally following a punitive corporal punishment if the capital crime was uniquely heinous.”

“I know it sounds like a harsh system Sara, but I believe it's better than five or ten years in prison. That is a waste of a person's useful years, and a waste of the government's money. This system saves the government money, and we know it is a clear deterrent because crime is down 70% since it was implemented a decade ago.”

“And it is even better for the prisoners, because the convicted can get on with their lives after only 48 hours or so here. And for the harshest crimes, our constitutionally improved methods of execution provide a strong deterrent. As I said, the statistics prove it.”

As the three strolled down the once again empty corridor, Dr. Wexler rambled on, clearly revealing an interest in his work.

“Before 2037, there were 9 federal correction facilities for women; now there is just one, and this is it. And I am the primary medical officer and sole gynecologist and obstetrician for the thousands of women who pass through here each year.”

Wexler briefly paused from his lecture to answer his cell phone. Hanging up, he immediately continued.

“And the cost savings and crime reduction is even greater at the male unit. Before 2037 there were 37 federal correction facilities for men. Now there are just three. We got out of the warehouse business and into the punishment business. It works. The statistics don't lie.”

“I'm here because my wife and three children were killed 16 years ago by an intoxicated driver who was sky high on cocaine. He was a four-time impaired-driving offender, but the prior system had failed to remove him as a threat to my family, or two others. My life was literally thrown away in a single moment. Now, with drunk drivers getting the cane, drug and alcohol impaired driving is down 90%. A few simple strokes of the stick could have saved my family's life. My wife was 33 years old also Sara, and I had a little boy who was six, just like you have.”

“The only reason I'm here and not at one of the male facilities is because of my prior training in obstetrics and gynecology. So now this facility is now my litany, Sara, my life. This is what I do. I'll spend out the rest of my days here helping to straighten out a bent society that took my family. The only other thing I want to do more is die.”

Tears rolled down Sara Stahler's cheeks as she listened to Wexler's words, words which brought her visions of the many thousands of grieving households which had lost loved ones in the tragic tunnel bombing she had played a part in.

Wexler fell silent as his cell phone rang again. As he listened to the caller, he motioned for the orderly to stop the wheelchair. From the other end of the hall Sara could see several figures approaching. As they got closer it was clear to her that five uniformed guards were escorting a single female prisoner. All but one of the guards were large males. The prisoner was a short, pear-shaped, older woman who appeared to be in her mid-fifties. She had rather heavy thighs and had several small rolls of abdominal fat to complement her wide hips.

As the group proceeded closer toward Sara's wheelchair she could see that the approaching prisoner's wrists were handcuffed behind her back. Her salt-and-pepper hair was clipped quite close in a rather boyish fashion. As with the other prisoners, her pussy was clean-shaven, but she also had a urethral catheter tube which exited between her pussy lips and led to a small clear collection bag taped to her calf. Despite being slightly obese, the woman was not more than 5'2” tall, and despite her broad hips, her breasts were rather small. She did have large, rather dark brown nipples which contrasted with her very white, untanned skin.

As they came even closer, Sara was struck by the contrast of the fit and crisply uniformed officers escorting the stripped, shaved, and rather lumpy pale-white female form.

Sara saw no real emotion in the woman's face, only the blank resignation of a late-middle-aged female who had been stripped, quite literally, of any shred of modesty or dignity. Her only shred of remaining femininity was the very crack of her bald, girl-like pussy, which was now paraded openly before strangers.

Just before the group reached Sarah's wheelchair they turned sharply and entered a large room through wide double doors .

As the doors closed leaving the trio alone in the hallway, Wexler crouched to speak to the gagged Sarah directly eye to eye.

“I have a little surprise for you Sara. You're going to get to watch a little preview of what is going to happen to you and Diane and Tracy in about 10 days.”

With this the doctor glanced up at the orderly and nodded his head toward the large double doors, and the men calmly wheeled tape-bound Sara into the Medical Execution Chamber.

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As Sara entered the large, brightly lit room she immediately heard the pleadings of the short, heavyset older woman who stood completely naked, surrounded by fully clothed, uniformed personnel. The woman stood next to what looked like a doctor's examination table, except that it was shorter and narrower, had no stirrups, and rested on what looked like a hydraulic column.

Uniformed personnel busied themselves around the now crying woman. “No, no, please, please just kill me, please shoot me, no, no not this” she said as both male and female execution chamber employees crouched down and strapped small black leather harnesses securely to each of her ankles. As the lumpy, grandmotherly woman's ankles were prepared, several guards standing behind her tightly secured black leather wrist restraints to each of her forearms before removing her handcuffs.

As the four large male guards lifted the short, plump woman up by her arms and legs, tears dripped down one final time onto her small breasts. The guards laid her back on the small black-vinyl-covered bench. She was placed so that her buttocks would hang completely off of one end. Her wrists were then secured straight up over her head and attached to a metal bracket which was attached to, and protruded from, one end of the execution table. This positioning stretched her small white breasts almost flat, with her only feminine sign above the waist now being her nipples.

Black leather straps were then affixed to secure her shoulders down to the upper corners of the bench. The older woman's upper body was now completely restrained.

Four guards, two for each leg, now took the woman's heavyset thighs and adducted them up to her chest and then opened them wide, securely strapping each knee to the sides of the bench. The 52-year-old's pussy was now spread-wide and the soles of her feet pointed straight up and faced the ceiling.

The mature woman groaned with the strain of her positioning as her feet were then pulled up to each side of her head and her black-leather ankles restraints were clipped to an attachment point near her wrists. The condemned woman's of the external reproductive organs were now completely spread and positioned fully off the end of the short examination bench.

A female prison nurse quickly stepped between the condemned prisoner's legs and roughly pulled the catheter from the woman's pee-hole as she groaned. While the nurse detached the collection bag from the condemned female's leg, another execution technician attached blood pressure and pulse monitors to both of her up stretched arms. The nurse then noted aloud into a tape recording device attached to her lapel that the condemned prisoner had been adequately prepped with the complete clean-shaving of her vulva, mons pubis, and peri-anal area, and that her bladder had been completely drained.

As the staff made preparations for the execution of 52-year-old Irma Ladler, Dr. Wexler positioned Sara's wheelchair so that she would have a full view of the execution. He then crouch behind the wheelchair and quietly whispered to Sara that the plump, mature lady who was about to die it a very painful and humiliating fashion had in fact poisoned to death two of her three ex-husbands for inheritance and insurance money.

Wexler explained that Mrs. Ladler had a history of marrying elderly, wealthy men and then poisoning them. Both husbands had died a slow and painful death from the rat poison. As Wexler spoke, Sara could hear him slipping on what sounded like examination gloves as an execution nurse assisted him in donning a surgical gown.

Sara could see Mrs. Ladler's bare chest as it heaved rapidly with deep anxious breaths as the mature woman pleaded and cried. Irma's head was propped up on a head rest which forced her to look down between her legs.

Doors to the execution chamber opened and in walked Warden Anne Bowden. The Warden was immediately informed that the condemned prisoner was fully prepared and ready to be put to death in the manner prescribed by the court.

At that moment a curtain at one side of the room opened and a small gallery of witnesses sitting behind a glass window could be seen to collectively gasped at first seeing the extreme strapped down positioning of the heavyset Mrs. Ladler with her ankles up over her shoulders and her pussy spread wide open. The witness gallery was an equal mix of about 20 men and women. Once the curtain was open, Warden Bowden spoke.

“Irma Ladler, having been found guilty on two counts of murder for profit, a capital offense, you have been sentenced to suffer death by the surgical removal of your female reproductive organs, including the total removal of your vulva and clitoris, without anesthesia, along with your entire internal vagina. It is the order of the court that this sentence shall be carried out at this time and place. Following the removal of your feminine tissues it shall be the discretion of Dr. Alan Wexler as to your final method of death. May God have mercy on your soul.”

With these words Warden Anne Bowden turned and left the execution chamber to join the witnesses behind the glass. Dr. Wexler approached Mrs. Ladler with a scalpel in his hand and immediately began to cut a wide circular area around the condemned woman's shaved pussy lips. The fat lady did sing, and it wasn't pretty. As Mrs. Ladler screamed and pleaded, Dr. Wexler cut her pussy lips completely away, first using the sharp blade to cut off each of her labia majora. As Irma wept and screamed hysterically, he then quickly sliced off the labia minora, holding each one out with a hemostat, a type of small surgical pliers.

Wexler then grabbed and pulled up Irma's clitoris with the tiny surgical pliers, forcefully pulling it from her body with one hand. In his other hand he used surgical scissors to completely cut off the clit as Mrs. Flagler screamed and bucked wildly against her restraints. He then made a deep incision from amongst pubis up to her belly button. As assistants quickly open this flap, Dr. Wexler went in and internally began to cut off the base of the vagina from the uterus at the cervix. As the condemned woman wailed in screamed, Dr. Wexler pulled her entire internal vagina out of her pelvis.

As the execution assistants rapidly cauterized blood vessels on the screaming woman's pelvis in order to stop the bleeding from between her legs, Wexler moved up and began to cut her nipples off, first grabbing each one firmly with the pliers. Each nipple, along with its areola was completely cut away using a broad scalpel.

Wexler stepped back as the hydraulic pillar underneath the execution table moved and lifted the condemned into a vertical position, her feet still over her head, the hole of her former pussy dripping blood to the floor. As Sara Stahler looked on in horror at the prospects of her own death, Dr. Wexler used a large scalpel to firmly cut Irma Ladler from between her tits down through her belly to her mons pubis.

As blood ran freely from her now open abdomen, Mrs. Ladler was clearly still alive, her chest heaving as she moaned and even continued to cry faintly. Wexler checked her blood pressure and pulse on a monitor and saw both were dropping. After checking the monitor Wexler just stepped back to let the woman slowly die. The fat little lady, now the tit-less and pussy-less, hung in the new position from her wrists and ankles, her bloody bottom now pointing toward the floor.

Wexler turned to Sarah who was crying in sobbing behind her gag in the wheelchair. Wexler had failed to tell Sara that he thought Mrs. Ladler had gotten off light. Per the court order, she had not been whipped were given any other type of corporal punishment before she was put to death.

Wexler turned back toward a technician and singled that it was time to cut Irma Ladler down and harvest any remaining organs while she was still slightly alive. Though she was old for transplant consideration, Wexler thought there might be something salvageable from the woman.

Wexler and the orderly wheeled Sara from the execution chamber as Mrs. Ladler, barely alive, was unhooked from the execution bench and her body was spread eagled on the wide journey as transplant technicians proceeded to open her up further.

On the way down the hall Wexler had the orderly detour into another side room as he continued to give Sara the ‘cook's tour' of the Women's Federal Punishment Center.

“This is our juvenile program. It is a favorite with me and with Warden Bowden because it gives juvenile offenders the message early on, and keeps them out of the system later in life. I personally call this the billion-dollar room, because what goes on here saves the government billions and billions of dollars in future expense. Why? Because should one get in here as a young person, they'll never want to come back again for the rest of their life.”

What Sarah saw was a line up of a dozen young girls who had just arrived at the facility. They ranged in age from what looked like 10 to 14. They were lined up against the wall fully clothed, each with her arms stretched out over her head. Every one looked frightened, some had tears rolling down their cheeks. Wexler could see that Sara was shocked by the youthfulness of some of the convicted offenders.

“The law now allows us to get them here as young as age eight. Executions are not performed on anyone under 16, but the earlier we can get a potential offender in the program, the more likely she will be a good citizen throughout her life and we will never see her again.”

“And drug use among youth is way down since this program started” Wexler added.

A crew of six female corrections officers, most of them older and rather matronly looking, attended to the young offenders. From their conversation it was clear that these young girls had just been separated from a larger group of older teenagers in another room.

As Dr. Wexler, the orderly, and Sarah watched, the matrons took one girl at a time away from the wall and proceeded to strip her naked. As the stripping began, Sarah could hear several of the young girls crying. The girls knew that they are to receive a leather belt, and that witnesses, including family members and classmates, could observe their strapping. The courts encouraged other schoolchildren to witness these corporal punishments as a deterrent.

The first girl in line was only 10 years old and she was quickly stripped completely naked and placed back in line. The process continued as each young girl was stripped of everything including her socks, jewelry, and even hair bows.

As they were stripped, two of the girls were found to be menstruating and were taken away to be processed later. The remaining 10 girls were now separated into two groups, those with pubic hair, and those who were prepubescent. The girls with hair were taken off to another room to have their pussies shaved bare.

Four girls remained in the room. They all appeared very young and very frightened. All still held their arms overhead as they had been instructed. Several continue to cry. None of the four and any sign of breast development with the exception of several swollen, budding areolas. None of the four had any pussy hair and their puffy girl-like labia were clearly visible.

Warden Anne Bowden entered the room carrying a short leather strap. She walked up to a small leather bench about the size and height of a large foot stool. A guard handed her a paper listing information about the four remaining convicted juvenile females. After looking at it, Warden Bowden spoke.

“Megan Splazer” the Warden read as three female guards led one of the four young girls up to the leather bench. “Megan, you have been sentenced to 10 strokes of the leather strap across your bare bottom to be applied by female corrections officer. As a deterrent to drug use among youth, the court is also ordered us to bring as many of your fifth-grade classmates here to witness your punishment.”

With these words the 11-year-old girl's face turned horrifyingly red as a large curtain at one end of the room slowly true open. Megan began to sob as she looked through the glass and saw her teacher a dozen of her classmates looking back at her. She stood facing them completely naked, her young pussy crack clearly visible to every boy and girl in the group.

The three middle-aged matron's quickly grabbed Megan and laid her upper back across the short leather bench. Two matrons held the girl's arms and shoulders down, while a third grabbed the girl's ankles and pulled them up over her head, bending her knees in the diaper changing position so that her bare bottom was fully exposed to the strap.

The young girl cried and sobbed deafeningly loud as Warden Anne applied to strokes diagonally across her buttocks. Some of the strokes slightly touch the girl's labia. The 10 strokes were administered rapidly and with adequate force, and when the girl was done she was picked up and carried toward the window for a moment said that her peers could see her tears. She was then quickly carried out to be dressed and reunited with her parents.

The witnesses, who had heard everything over a loudspeaker, were also quickly escorted out of the witness room as the curtain was closed and the next group of witnesses was brought in.

The next girl, only 10 years old, sobbed hysterically when her name was called. She had witnessed Megan's punishment, and she also knew that her two brothers and her parents had been ordered by the judge to witness her punishment. In addition, six classmates from her school had been randomly selected and ordered to attend.

The 10-year-old was ordered to face the curtain with her hands overhead as the curtain opened. As the curtain through open she was deeply humiliated upon seeing her brothers and classmates, and she immediately put her hands down to cover her vulva.

With a nod from Warden Bowden two guards took the 10-year-old girl's arms and strapped them tightly behind her back ‘wrist to elbow' so that she could not cover herself, front or rear. Sara Stahler noticed that the girls parents were crying on the other side of the glass. The girl was placed on the bench and held down firmly, her legs overhead and spread just like the previous girl. Then Warden Bowden spoke.

“Carla Maldes, you are only 10 years old but you have already committed a crime that would be a high felony if you're an adult. The court is very concerned about this. The court is ordered me to apply 12 strokes of the leather strap to your bare buttocks, and another 4 strokes across your female lips. The court has ordered that this punishment be done in the presence of family members if possible.”

As the young girls sentence was read by Warden Bowden the girl's mother began to weep uncontrollably and had to sit down. Her brothers continued to stare at the spectacle, as did the six classmates, which included three boys and three girls.

The young girl shrieked and kicked as the Warden Bowden strapped her across the buttocks.

“Hold her still” demanded the Warden as she reeled off a dozen fast belt strokes, each of which left an instant large red welt on the girl's bare cheeks.

Once the first 12 strokes were completed Anne Bowden signaled for a fourth matron to help hold down the girl as she prepared to strap the youngster's labia. Two matrons held the arms and now two held the legs with knees up as the female warden strapped the little girl's pussy with the short piece of soft brown leather.

“Let's go” Dr. Wexler commanded the orderly as the sound of the little girls shrieking and grew deafening. “I should have brought my earplugs” he thought aloud as they wheeled Sarah from the Juvenile Corporal Punishment Room.

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The next day….

“I'm tired of you screwing up the program here Doc, just because you want to get some strange pussy” shouted Warden Anne Bowden into the telephone at Wexler. “Now get that Stahler bitch back in the program right away or we are we are both going to be in some serious shit with the folks in Washington.”

Wexler had enjoyed keeping Sara as his personal fuck-slave in his on-call in bedroom at the prison for the past few days, but he knew the party was over. Diane Howell and her daughter Tracy were both healing well from their strapping and whipping three days earlier, and Wexler knew he had to get on with their next phase of punitive punishments, the court ordered false pregnancy. He hated those, because they require him to actually do his job of being an obstetrician, which he tried to get away from when he took the prison job 10 years earlier. After his wife and kids were killed 16 years earlier, Wexler began dreading delivering babies, the job he had been primarily trained to do. He dreaded it because it reminded him too much of his own personal loss.

Wexler also knew that he would have to began with the punitive whipping and strapping of Sara today. There would be no way to put it off any longer. “Oh, what the hell” he thought, Sara had not responded sexually to him at all since yesterday when he had forced to her to witness the gruesome medical execution of Mrs. Ladler.

He picked up the phone and informed scheduling clerk at the Corporal Punishments Department that Mrs. Sara Stahler was now cleared medically to begin receiving her corporal punishment.

“We can put it on for this afternoon” they replied.

“Good, then go ahead and schedule all three of them for the false delivery the day after tomorrow” Wexler responded.

The doctor then hung his head on his desk and wished he had had the courage to shoot himself when the state police had called him with that fateful phone call over 15 years ago. “What kind of monster am I?” He thought to himself.