Execution of the Terrorist Housewives

Execution of the Terrorist Housewives Chapter Five by Jill Crokett Copyright 2005. This story is fiction. All names are completely fictitious and any resemblance to a real person is coincidental)

Review of Main Characters :

Diane Howell - Attractive in a businesslike way. Short light-brown hair cut in a no-nonsense wedge. A touch overweight with pendulous (hanging) D-cup breasts adorned with large thimble-sized brown nipples. Full butt with somewhat saddle-bagged hips. 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, no kids. Very businesslike.

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 5

It was exactly 2:45 in the afternoon on her fourth day at the punishment facility when 33-year-old housewife and soccer mom Sara Stahler heard the door to Dr. Wexler's private quarters at the Women's Federal Punishment Facility being unlocked from the outside. The beautiful princess Di look-alike sat on his bed naked, wrapped only in a bath towel, having been left there just an hour earlier are by Wexler and his orderly, after the pair had taken her on a whirlwind tour of the facility, which included her witnessing the gruesome butchery-like execution of an overweight late-middle-aged widow and the belt-whippings of two schoolgirls.

As she lifted her head to see who was coming in the door, with her hopes being it was Wexler, Sara was instantly both disappointed and terrified at seeing four large uniformed guards accompanied by a single petite, middle-aged female guard. Sara's heart raced as the guards approached her and ordered her to stand, face them, and raise her arms overhead. As Sara obeyed, the female guard pulled loose her towel and dropped it to the floor. The female guard then looked at each of the male guards for glancing second and, turning to walk out the door said “you've got exactly 12 minutes with her boys, and not a minute longer. I must have her in the Corporal Punishment Theater in absolutely not less than 40 minutes, and I'll need most of that for prep”

As the female guard closed the door to Dr. Wexler's room behind her, Sarah watched in horror as the four guards began to unbuckle their belts and drop their trousers. She had mentally anguished over her upcoming bullwhipping and belt strapping, but she had never imagined that, along with being forced to give up her tight anus to Wexler's multi-rapes, she would also have to give up her pussy to a gang of guards.

Sara was quickly forced to her knees and ordered to momentarily suck each guard in turn. She did not dare to disobey. When one of the younger white guards abruptly ejaculated in her mouth, Sara was ordered to swallow, a task she had become quite use to while servicing the demands her often abusive alcoholic husband. As she swallowed the young guard's thick ejaculate, Sara's mind momentarily drifted back to a fraternity party her had attended in her freshman year in college, just before she had met her husband. After becoming intoxicated she had been taken upstairs in the frat house, stripped of all her clothes, and was coerced to kneel and suck off three frat boys as they stood in a row. She never saw any of them again.

Within moments the guards had Sara up on the bed straddling atop an older white guard as a well-hung black guard prepared to enter her rectum from behind. Sara screamed at the double penetration as the African rammed his rigid cock all the way up her ass. Both of the guards came simultaneously while the beautiful mom cried as she was raped with two dicks at once.

The fourth and final guard, seeing that time was about to run out, quickly shoved Sara onto her back, threw her ankles up over his shoulders, and quickly made a full penetration of her now cum-oozing vagina. As this last guard fucked her he made close, direct-eye contact and said, as he orgasmed, “now we're gonna take you down the hall bitch, and your pretty bottom's gonna get whipped raw.”

The female guard reentered the room as the last male guard climbed off Sara, just as the other three male guards finished dressing.

“Get her shackled boys, we're running late” the female Guard commanded.

Sara was roughly pulled up off the bed, her pussy lips dripping cum. Pulled to her feet, her arms were forcefully drawn behind her and quickly handcuffed. With her upper extremities pulled behind her back in the chilly, windowless air-conditioned Nevada room, Sara's fully erect nipples popped out from her firm B-cup breasts like jewels on a crown.

The guards quickly hustled naked, handcuffed Sara down the hall to a room labeled “Corporal Prep Room 4”. As the hydraulic-powered double doors opened Sara immediately recognized the obstetrical-looking table in the center of the room, its bright medical spotlight overhead. An all-female team of what appeared to be three white-uniformed nurses, technically referred to in the corrections world as ‘punishment prep technicians', awaited Sara's arrival in the brightly lit, white-tiled room.

What Sara did not recognize was the rather strange-looking X-shaped table next to OB/Gyn procedure table. She would soon learn that the X-table helped facilitate the full-body shaving of a prisoner in preparation for his or her punishment by strapping. One of the ‘nurses' ordered the guards to position Sara first on her back on the obstetrical table as they quickly moved to strap her legs into the troughs wide and high.

One of the nurses administered three deep-cleansing enemas to Sara by inserting series of lightly lubricated tubes into her pinching anal ring and gliding them far up into her colon. After Sara's colon was thoroughly flushed clean, another Preparation Technician reshaved the mom with a full obstetrical prep, completely shaving her from her navel to her knees and thus removing her pussy mound it of its nubbly four-day growth.

After enduring the humiliating shaving in front leave four male guards Sara was washed with warm soapy warm water from though waist down and dried with a soft towel. A nurse then force-drained her bladder with a catheter tube which she slipped achingly far up Sara's pee-hole.

Her vulva and rectum now prepped clinically clean, Sara was unbuckled by the guards, lifted up, and carried over to the X-shaped table where she was turned over and strapped face-down in a spread-eagle position. In this face down position the nurses proceeded to shave every bit of even the finest baby-fuzz hair from Sara's lower back, buttocks, posterior thighs and calves. When they were finished the lead nurse ordered the guards turn Sara face up on the table. The female prep team then continued the total-body shaving procedure on her spread-eagled tits, belly, and fore-thighs. Sara's blond tossed-about head hair was left untouched.

Once the condemned female prisoner was shaved from the neck down, the guards unstrapped her and lifted her off of the X-cross. The female guard ordered the naked 33-year-old to stand in the center of the room crucifixion-style with her arms humiliatingly stretched out to each side. She ordered Sara to position her feet slightly apart while two of the female technicians firmly strapped special harness devices to each ankle. Each ankle harness had a chrome attachment point just lateral to the outside ankle. As her lower legs were strapped with the implements of torture and execution, another female technician began to strap a pair of similar devices to her wrists and forearms. The wrist restraints were fastened even tighter than the ankle harnesses.

“We're running late” growled the short, forty-something, female guard. The technicians remained behind to clean up the prep room as the five guards, led by the petite female guard, escorted the nude and completely smooth 33-year-old Mrs. Stahler to her fate down the hall in the Corporal Punishment Theater.

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The six figures stopped at the end of the long white corridor and stood silently before the stainless-steel double doors as they slowly opened automatically. Mrs. Stahler felt a chill as the guards shuffled her into the large, dark, cavernous theater by her upper arms. She was not handcuffed and wore only her wrist and ankle harnesses. It was so dark in the theatre that she was aware of nothing except for the fact that she was about to be left very much alone. After escorting her forward about 40 feet on the smooth-but-cold concrete floor, the guards left Sara standing there all alone in the bright white glare of a single spotlight, the shadow-like image of her shaved three-inch-high pussy crack illuminated by the distant overhead light.

Sara Stahler stood as the only object illuminated in the silent, gymnasium-like Corporal Punishment Theater. She could hear the collective breathing of a group of people, but she could see no one. To an observer hidden in the dark shadows Sara appeared beautiful, the perfect totally naked feminine form, her creamy smooth skin completely shaved, her nipples erect as she stood ballerina-like on the cold, gray polished-concrete floor, her arms submissively at her side as she stared straight forward into the darkness, her now disheveled, recently unkempt blond hair hanging just short of her shoulders. To the hidden gallery of observers Sara's face appeared as a complex expression of stark fear, childish naivety, and abject submission. Stripped bare of everything; clothes, jewelry, make-up, pubic hair and even basic dignity, she presented herself as the bare essence of feminine beauty. Standing there naked in the contrasting bright glare and crisp dark shadow of the Punishment Theatre spotlight, Mrs. Sara Stahler, housewife and mother, was at that moment at the pinnacle of all she would ever be as a feminine being. Whatever her femininity was, both physically and visually, was about to be converted into pure sound.

As Sarah's eyes adjusted to the dark she became aware of two metal posts protruding from the ceiling next to her. These solid steel I-beam rods were about 4 feet apart and projected out of the darkened ceiling above. Both steel beams stopped about 5 feet above the floor. On the bottom of each beam was a single large chrome-plated steel attachment ring. The square metal posts were not only bracketed and reinforce to the ceiling so that they could not shake or vibrate, but they were also welded together with a steel crossbeam, giving them the appearance of a small upside-down rugby or American football goalpost.

Sara looked to her side and saw the steel, upside-down goal post with its menacing-looking attachment ring's, then glanced down at the harness on her left her wrist, with its corresponding chrome attachment clip, and gave out an audible sigh which lightly echoed through the near-silence of the gymnasium-like chamber.

Though she could hear breathing sounds and the occasional clearing of a throat, Sara was still not aware of the bleachers holding the witness gallery which included relatives of victims from the tunnel disaster, along with dozens of government officials, who sat staring at her as she stood naked before them on the cold concrete floor. But the witnesses could see her quite clearly, her erect nipples raising and lowering with each anxious breath as they danced about her somewhat flat but firm, athletic breasts.

In the shadow of the spotlight the witnesses could see her flat stomach with its firm abdominal muscles, the beautiful symmetry of her somewhat mature but still youthful-looking face, the face of a 33-year-old woman who was still young but had lived life fully as a wife and mother. They could see the bare crack of her two touching labia, labia which still retained their girlish youthful appearance despite having been spread wide to bear a son and make her a mother.

The collective breathing of the gallery increased as the huge group witnessed the guards carry the condemned female prisoner into the room and place her under the spotlight. All assembled knew what they were there to witness, but the collective consciousness did not hit them until they saw the beautiful wife and mother, stripped and shaved completely bare, escorted into the room by uniformed guards.

They all knew that they were there to witness the corporal punishment of the heinous crime committed by an early-middle-aged housewife, but the reality of what they were about to witness only struck them fully once Sara Stahler bare essence stood before them in total submission. Seeing Sara stand alone and naked under the spotlight prompted many of the men in the witness gallery to cross their legs, and many of the women to clear the throats and straighten their blouses slightly so as not to so overtly reveal their erect nipples.

Just as Warden Anne Bowden stepped out onto the Punishment Theater floor the house lights raised slightly, illuminating the gallery of witnesses to Sara's view. She gasped at the great sea of witnesses that stared back at her from just 40 feet away. For the beautiful, modest, and proper Sara, it was a moment of total humiliation even worse than her anal rape.

A second spotlight illuminated Warden Bowden as she began to address the witnesses in the bleachers. She looked stunning in a new bright red business suit with white blouse and knee length skirt. Her red pumps matched the suit perfectly and a simple but elegant short choker-length pearl necklace added the final touch. Standing next to Sara and dressed to the nines, the professional looking government representative Anne Bowden presented herself to the gallery as a stark feminine contrast to the totally naked condemned prisoner Sara Stahler.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today you're going to witness the initial court ordered corporal punishment of one of America's worst convicted terrorists.”

“Because of the nature of the crime and the great number of victims, the Department of Corrections has allowed for 10 times the normal number of witnesses to be present today. Though there are over 400 of you assembled here today, as you know, many thousands more applied for the privilege of witnessing the punitive corporal punishment and execution of the condemned prisoner before you today, and you 400 plus men and women were chosen by that lottery to witness this initial phase of the sentence. In keeping with Department guidelines, we were still required to see that an equal number of female and male witnesses were present, so the lottery process was somewhat skewed in order to follow those mandated directives.”

“As most of you are aware, as a special consideration to the parents of the tunnel disaster's school bus victims, the Department of Corrections conducted a separate special lottery to select 100 of the witnesses from among the parents of the schoolchildren victims. As director of this facility, I extend to you parents a special welcome, and I personally extend my condolences to you. If I or my staff can do anything to make your stay here at this facility more comfortable, please don't hesitate to let us know. My staff has attempted accommodate gallery seating arrangements for spouses and family members.”

“I must insist that you remain in your seats until the proceedings are completed. As you have already been instructed, do not shout or speak aloud. If you become nauseous or ill, simply raise your hand and a corrections officer will escort you from the Punishment Theater.”

Karen and William Schnell sat next to one another in the witness gallery and looked out on the stark, bare concrete punishment theater floor as they listened to Warden Bowden. When the double doors had opened and the guards first escorted Sara Stahler in under the spotlight, 36-year-old Karen Schnell, dressed in a simple, calf-length light blue causal linen dress, reached next to her and grasped her husband's hand and squeezed it tight. She did not let it go. It was the first time she had made any unprompted physical contact with her husband since her nine-year-old son had been burned alive on his school bus in the tunnel disaster a year earlier. Karen and Bill had made love only once since their only child was killed, and it had been uncomfortably awkward for both of them. The attempt at intimacy was so awkward for Bill that he never tried again, and the couple had simply froze up physically.

Karen's sudden simple act of affection shocked Bill, and he was surprised to find that as he stared forward at the stripped condemned female prisoner and squeezed back on his wife's hand, he developed a massive, dripping erection in the lightly faded contractors blue jeans he had worn to the proceedings.

Karen held Bill's hand tight all through Warden Bowden's introduction. Once Bowden had finished speaking, Karen, excited at seeing her son's brutal killer finally brought to justice before her very eyes, turned slightly and leaned toward her husband's ear and whispered “I want them to whip her bottom raw Bill, then I want you to take me back to the hotel, stripped me, shaved me just like her, and make me a new baby. Please Bill, I want to see this bitch die, then I want you to make me a new baby.”

40-year-old small building contractor William Schnell nearly shot off his load right there in his pants as his wife whispered to him and squeezed his hand with love as tears rolled down her cheeks. At that moment he honestly didn't know if he could make it through the proceedings without coming in his pants. What he didn't know was that more than a dozen husbands and wives sitting next to each other in the gallery wondered the same thing.

Warden Bowden turned toward Sara, who still stood without handcuffs, and read from a short piece of paper.

“Sara Stahler, having been found guilty of capital crimes and having been sentenced by the court to receive punitive punishments before you are put to death, and having been prepped for such corporal punishment in the manner prescribed by the Department of Corrections, you shall now receive 40 lashes across your bare buttocks with a short a bullwhip, followed by an additional 40 strokes across your external female genitalia with a leather belt.”

Sara now wept and moaned aloud as she mumbled to the Warden.

Karen Schnell stared from the gallery transfixed, clearly pleased at seeing Sara Stahler, the person she perceived as her son's killer, weep with terror at her impending torture. In her vengeful excitement, Karen again squeezed her husband's hand and whispered “I want them to whip her good, top to bottom. Killing her isn't enough, Bill. I went through nine months of pregnancy, 11 hours of labor, and a decade of child rearing, and this bitch snuffed it out in a minute, she just through my baby's life out like it was trash. I can't wait to see them whip that bitch's pussy.”

Karen was so focused on the visual spectacle unfolding before her that she was unaware that her vagina was completely lubricated and dripping for the first time in over a year. She nearly salivated from her labia as Warden Bowden concluded her speech.

“As an additional punitive measure allowed by the Department of Corrections and Punishment, for your disobedience and for your causing a delay to these proceedings, I impose an additional 10 strokes of the lash and belt each, in addition to 5 minutes of non-lethal electrocution to your nipples and clitoris.”

Sara wept and dropped her head foreword.

The warden turned to the gallery and added “I know that for most of you here today, this will be your only chance to witness part of this execution of sentence, because many thousands more have applied for the right to witness this execution in its other phases. While you will not be here to witness it, I want to assure you that after receiving the first phase of her sentenced today, Mrs. Stahler, after three days of recuperation, will receive a second corporal punishment known as false childbirth, which involves the extreme physical punishment to her genitalia and reproductive organs. She will then be given another three days to recuperate, after which she will be put to death.”

“I know that many of you have suffered a terrible loss from the acts of these terrorists, but I want you to know that we here at the Federal Department of Punishment and Correction will do all we can to see that terrorists like the one before you today pay an extreme price for their crimes. Thank you for your attendance today, and thank you for your cooperation.”

As Warden Bowden walked from the spotlight of the theater floor, two male guards approached Sara and raised her wrists, clipping them to the chrome attachment rings at the bottoms of each of the two steel posts coming from the ceiling. This positioning raised Sara's arms so that they were spread somewhat crucifixion-like, outstretched to either side of her body at about the level of her head, but not stretched tight, with her elbows remaining slightly bent.

Both of the condemned mom's feet remained flat on the floor. The bullwhip would be applied first Sara's butt, and she would not be suspended for that punishment, but would stand. Only her wrists would be immobilized by the unshakable strong steel posts which were 4 ft. apart and 5 ft. off the floor. Because the posts came down from the ceiling and not up from the floor, all the space around Sara's body was free from obstruction, allowing the whipmaster to whip her unencumbered from any direction around her.

There was a collective gasp from the gallery as the whipmaster swaggered out onto the floor carrying with a single-tail six-foot-long bullwhip in his hand. His face and head was covered with a leather mask opened at the ears, eyes, nose and mouth. The mask fastened around his neck with a small belt buckle. He wore tight black leather pants which accentuated his male genitalia, and he was stripped to the waist. His arms and upper body, including his pecks and shoulders were well developed, tanned and oiled. Karen Schnell's spirits soared as she watched the whipmaster approach the helplessly restrained Sarah.

With the first crack of the whip across the trim, blond 33-year-old mom's bare bottom, she lifted herself up from the floor by her arms and completely covered her butt with the heels of her feet as her hair tossed about. Before she could put her feet down the whipmaster laid the second stroke across her nipples as she reflexively tried in vain to bring her arms together to protect her bare chest.

As the housewife screamed at the top of her lungs, the whipmaster laid stroke after stroke across her thighs and bare bottom as she tried every position available to her given the limits of her restraint. Sarah Stahler screamed and begged and is the bullwhip found its mark across her red-striped bottom.

Sarah pumped as if she were writing a bicycle and she desperately repeatedly lifted her feet from the floor with the fading strength of her out spread arms. The crowd watched the tortured female scream unintelligible sounds as some of in the gallery counted the strokes as the whip cracked over and over across her bare buttocks, hips and thighs.

After 30 strokes of the bullwhip the condemned housewife could no longer stand up, but hung limp from her wrists as the whipmaster walked forward to lay the final strokes on her bare breasts which were flattened by her outstretched arms. Sara now looked like a zebra, only with red rather than black stripes.

Once the 40 th bullwhip stroke had been applied to her formerly creamy-white flesh, two male guards approached and each lifted one of Sara's ankles high up off the floor, spreading her crotch wide for the witnesses to see her bare pussy. Each guard attached an ankle to the corresponding wrist attachment point. The 33-year-old housewife now hung by her wrists and ankles from two attachment points four feet apart, her crotch completely spread open, her feet wide apart over her head.

Sara continued to gasp for breath and sob uncontrollably from the bullwhip torture she had just endured. The whipmaster now held a leather belt, but it was not to be the next punishment. A female technician approached Sara with what looked like a small battery cable clamp and clipped it firmly to her clitoris. The technician then wrapped a grounding cord around Sara's right lower thigh and stepped away.

For a long silent minute the clit-wired Sara hung helpless before the first pulse of electric current hit her clitoris. She let out an unbelievably loud, long-lasting, blood-curling scream as Sara lifted her crotch high in the air while she contracted her arms and legs with the first of many strong pulses. Despite her recent catheterization, a small a mound of urine squirted high into the air to the amazement of the witnesses.

The clitoral electrocution went on at least 5 minutes, and with each sharp pulse of electric current Sarah wailed and thrashed her body about. The gallery witnesses, who could neither hear or see the electrical current, were fascinated with the naked and spread female's convulsions.

After the clit clip was removed the whipmaster approached and quickly laid the first of many strokes across Sarah smooth, spread labia. As the housewife and mother pleaded and begged, Karen and William Schnell looked on with a satisfaction that surprised even themselves. The whipmaster applied the last 20 strokes of the belt forcefully as he could directly between Sara's legs in rapid-fire succession has the housewife literally stop breathing in pain and agony.

Once the whipmaster had strapped her shaved pussy with 40 times with the belt, Sara's ankles were unhooked and once again her feet were placed back on the floor. The electrical torture technician approached again with electrical clips and firmly clamped them to each of Sara's nipples. No ground attachment was needed this time. Sara wailed with all her remaining humanly effort one final time as electrical current shot between her beautiful, firm, erect nipples and burned them raw.

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As the chauffeured bus provided by the Department of Corrections drove Karen and Bill Schnell and dozens of other witnesses back to their hotel 90 minutes away in Las Vegas, Karen could not remember the scene of Sara Stahler being taken down from her cross and wheeled out of the Punishment Theater on a stretcher. She could only think of the fact that the nightmare which her life had been for over one year was now resolving itself. She was determined to believe that despite her personal loss, justice had been applied, and would continue to be applied, and that now she could return to a somewhat normal life and once again become a normal wife and mother, the two things that she had always wanted to be, more than anything else, since she was a little girl.

Bill and Karen didn't speak on the bus ride back to the hotel, nor did they say a word as they entered the hotel room. As Bill closed the door, the hotel room instantly darkened. He looked up and saw his wife Karen closing the wide room curtains. Then, without a word, he watched as she walked over to the king-size bed and began to slowly and methodically strip it bare of its cover, top sheet, and pillows, leaving only the bare bottom sheet. She then walked in the bathroom, grabbed a bath towel and a warm, damp washcloth, picked up Bill's shaving kit, and returned to the bedroom with these items. Karen laid the bath towel over the edge of the bed, set the moist washcloth next to it, and set Bill's shaving kit on the night stand.

Karen, still standing, looked her husband directly in the eye and, without losing eye contact or saying a word, slowly lifted her arms straight up toward the ceiling. She stood in this position, silent, still staring at Bill, for over a minute.

Bill slowly approached his wife, and without saying a word removed the belt from the waist of her dress and dropped it to the floor. He then kissed Karen passionately on the lips for the first time in years. As her arms remained submissively overhead, Bill lifted his wife's dress slowly up over her head and off of her still up-stretched arms. Bill Schnell proceeded to strip his wife Karen naked for the first time in many months. After kissing her passionately he laid her bottom back across the bath towel and proceeded to slowly and carefully shave her pussy clean. Once the task was completed and Mrs. Schnell's labia and mons pubis was completely bare, neither one of them had yet uttered a single word since entering the hotel room.

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William Schnell's cock exploded for the third time in as many hours deep inside his moaning wife's vagina. In the darkened Las Vegas hotel room, Karen Schnell screamed and cried both an agony and ecstasy of passion and deep emotional release at her husband's strong, long, hard-pounding of her freshly shaved pussy. The thunderous, long-delayed evening of hard, sweaty sex had somehow healed a tiny part of Karen Schnell's shattered world as her ankles tightly gripped each side of her husband's neck. For the Schnell's, a time of nightmarish reality was coming to a close. For the first time in over a year they had finally seen someone whose day had been worse than their own.

Having sexually exhausted themselves unlike any time since their honeymoon, the Schnell's laid back on the bed as loads of cum oozed from Karen's pussy. As they laughed and joked at their son's murderer's predicament, the long-suffering couple fell asleep in one another's arms. Ever since the terrorist tunnel disaster incident had burned their young son alive, there would never again be a normal day for Karen and Bill Schnell, but somehow, seeing the perpetrator of their son's demise suffer a humiliating lashing, and now being fully convinced that the government would indeed torture their son's killer to death, the Schnell's had seemed to manifest the most normal day they had experienced in a long, long time.