Execution of the Terrorist Housewives

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

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William and Karen Schnell – casually dressed, tanned, and physically fit 40-year-old small-time Long Island home builder and his attractive, tan-lined but moderately overweight 36-year-old C-cup housewife. Their young son was a victim of terrorism and they are in Nevada to witness the execution of his killers.

Diane Howell – Condemned 42-year-old ringleader of the tunnel terrorists. A short-haired, short-statured, overweight, divorced mom with full, hanging, D-cup tits. Scheduled to be put to death in front of over 600 witnesses including nearly 200 government officials.

Tracy Howell – Diane's petite 16-year-old daughter. Convicted as an adult co-conspirator in the tunnel terrorism plot and sentenced to death.

Sara Stahler – Beautiful natural blond 33-year-old housewife, mother, and convicted terrorist. Small but firm tits with flawless skin and hair cut just off the shoulders. Sentenced to death by a female judge and scheduled to be executed in one week .

Anne Bowden – cold, calculating 38-year-old all-business she-bitch warden of the Federal Female Punishment Center at Elk Flat, Nevada. Takes her job very seriously. One of her favorite pastimes is traveling to the nearby Men's Punishment Center and observing the prepping, castration, and execution of teenage and young-adult condemned rapists.

Alan Wexler , MD – sadistic 52-year-old medical director of the Women's Punishment Center at Elk Flat. A certified OB-GYN for over 20 years, he is totally proficient at dominating, humiliating, and punishing females.

Chapter 6

The telephone ring cut through the early morning silence, startling Karen and Bill Schnell from their sex-induced slumber. Karen sat up naked on the edge of the large king bed and stared intently at Bill's facial expressions as he talked into the receiver in the darkened Las Vegas hotel room.

“Yes, yes we would,” she heard her husband say. “Yes, we'll definitely be available” he added with a hardened half-smile. She observed as Bill paused to listen, his head tight to the receiver, then added “No, no, it's no problem, mam, we had all ready planned to stay in Vegas for the next week.” He thanked the caller several times, then hung up the phone and turned to his wife with an expression of both shock and excitement.

“That was Ms. Finch, Warden Bowden's secretary in the prison administration office. Two witnesses coming in from New York had to cancel at the last-minute. Illness or something. The warden selected us from a contingency list to serve as alternate witnesses!”

Karen's sleepy eyes popped wide open and stared as her mouth silently gapped open with a look of surprise and elation.

“She said that Warden Bowden knew we were still in Nevada,” Bill continued, “and she just wanted to be sure that we still wanted to stay and serve as alternate witnesses.”

Bill's voice nearly shook with excitement. He'd never known his wife, or any other woman for that matter, to be so sexually turned on, so sexually excited, as Karen had been just ten hours earlier when they'd returned to their hotel room after witnessing the live bullwhipping of the beautiful 33-year-old housewife, Sara Stahler. The thought of soon repeating the experience had his heart pounding and his mind flashing fantasies in rapid fire succession.

“The secretary asked if we'd be available to stay in Nevada and witness all the remaining punishments, and even the executions, honey! And, and I said yes, O.K.?” Bill blurted between heavy breaths.

Now radiantly exposing a row of perfect white teeth, nude Karen beamed backed at her husband in ecstatic approval, her hard nipples pointing towards him in the dim light of the bedside clock-radio.

“She even said that, as extended guests and witnesses of the facility, we'll most likely be invited to have lunch with the warden, and,” he stuttered, “And sh, sh, she said we'll probably be offer a ‘behind closed doors' type of tour of the facility that only VIP's get!” Bill added with excitement.

The fantasy words “Sara Stahler, you are now to be put to death” echoed through a dark corner of Karen's brain as fresh, only-hours-old visions of the screaming mom receiving a bare-butt bullwhipping flashed across her mind.

Karen Schnell's pussy literally dripped as she stared eye-to-eye at her husband in the dark and reached down to gently grasp his erection. The news that she would now witness with her own eyes the sadistic and methodical execution of her son's killers had momentarily overwhelmed her. As she now cupped Bill's balls and dripping, rigid cock with both hands, Karen leaned forward on her tiptoes passionately kissed her husband on the lips for only the second time in as many years. Staring silently into Bill's eyes as she gently stroked his cock, naked Karen broke the silence of the darkened room and whispered “Do you know how they do it, Bill?“

“Do what, honey?” he whispered

“Execute them, Bill” Karen whispered back, “How will they execute our baby's killers?”

“Uh, this guy on the jobsite, uh” Bill stammered, breathing heavily as Karen slowly stroked his pre-cum-slick shaft as they stood face-to-face, “this sub-contractor, uh, he said they would strap them down, uh, you know, spread-eagle-like, and, you know, naked, and uh, shave them and, uh, cut, cut their pussy lips off and cut out their vaginas and uteruses, you know, alive.”

Bill stammered on as Karen continued to stroke his near-exploding cock. She knew what Bill knew, but just wanted to hear it from her husband, hear it from her hard, naked man. Her cunt salivated as she listened to Bill tell her what she already knew from reading an article in a women's magazine. She knew about the punishment dealt to killers and terrorists because it was a controversial

“That's right hun, and we're going to be there to see it” Karen whispered with exclamation as she stroked her man, “And I'm going to watch those bitches lose what I'll still have, a pussy, a womb, and a life. They took my little boy but I'll be damn if they'll destroy my happiness.”

It was no secret that sexual eviscerations often preceded the executions of the worst of the male offenders. Karen herself had read a magazine article about the execution of a child-rapist and murderer who was stripped, tied spread-eagle, had his genitals shaved, and then had his balls and penis completely cut off by a surgeon while he was fully conscious, before being gutted alive. But the idea of putting female murderers to death in this fashion was a newer concept, and it had raised some controversy in certain circles.

“That's right, baby” Karen continued as she stroked her husband to completion, “I'm going to watch those girls scream as they strap them down and cut off their pussy lips and little clits!“

With those words Bill's cock ejaculated. Karen continued to smile and hold eye contact with Bill as she stroked him as hot semen squirted up on her belly.

Karen smiled and wrapped her arms around her husband as they both stood naked in the dark, his heart pounding against her chest.

“Bill,” Karen whispered with a deep passion, “when we get back from the women's prison tonight, I want you to fuck me really hard. I want you to fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked before, Bill. I want you to fuck me till it hurts, OK hun? I really need to feel it deep. And I want you to do that to me every day until I'm pregnant.”

Bill was silent in his own thoughts, stunned at hearing his formerly un-sexual partner talk dirty to him.

Karen's pussy salivated with excitement as she raised her head slightly and looked straight into her husband's eyes. “Do you understand, honey?” she quizzed.

“I understand, baby” was Bill only reply. He stood there in her arms thinking how he had never realized the excitement his wife would get from witnessing the torture of her son's killers. Little did Bill know at that moment that Karen's past ten hours of physical expression were just the tip of her sexual iceberg, long hidden dormant beneath the ice. Nor did he know that what he and Karen would witness together at the Women's Federal Punishment Facility over the next week would unfold a sexuality in their marriage he could never have imagined.

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Diane Howell awakens to the sound of her cell door unlocking and then sliding open. She looks up from her pad-less metal cot and sees three guards, one female and two males, entering her darkened small, completely bare, steel prison cell.

Diane is totally naked, as she has been for days since first being stripped upon her arrival at the facility. Her whip marks are healing well, but a still very clearly visible across her buttocks and mons venus. Her nipples are still swollen, with small visible electrical burn marks.

The guards quickly order Diane into the hallway where she is instructed to stand there with her feet apart, and with her arms overhead in the surrender posture as several other male guards walk by escorting another naked, condemned female prisoner.

Standing with her arms overhead, Diane looks to see if it's her daughter Tracy who she has not seen since the two were whipped before an audience of witnesses several days earlier.

“Eyes forward” one of the male guards growls as the female guard searches Diane's pussy and butt cracks for contraband, specifically anything sharp she could use to slit her wrists with. In the few days at the facility Diane has learned to promptly obey. She instantly returns her gaze forward.

The overweight, condemned, 42-year-old convicted female terrorist is marched naked down the hall with her hands atop her head. As Diane's bare feet slap the vinyl floor her full, hanging, D-cup breasts bounce in stride. As the four travel through several hundred meters of hallways, clothed prisoners and guards alike look up and glance at Diane, silently acknowledging her condemned status, which is clearly recognizable by the fact that she is stripped naked and her pussy completely clean shaved. Everyone in the prison, guards inmates and witnesses alike, know that the market of a condemned woman is that she is always kept naked and her labia are kept completely clean-shaved. As Diane walks, she obediently keeps her eyes forward, the palms of her hands resting atop her short-cropped hair.

The guards stop Diane in front of an entranceway labeled “Gynecological Procedure Room”. As the power double doors slowly open, Diane sees that white-coat attired Dr. Wexler is waiting for her, latex gloves already on his hands. Next to Wexler is an obstetrical delivery table, its full-leg stirrups already high and wide in position, awaiting her spread thighs.

Wexler directs the guards to strap the 42-year-old condemned mom onto the table, and he tells them to spread her legs as wide and high into the stirrups as possible in the process. Diane is placed on her back with her butt hanging off one end of the short table. Her hands are cuffed straight over her head at the other end of the table. Her thighs and calves are then strapped tightly into the long, half-pipe shaped, molded plastic stirrups.

Wexler holds up a lightly lubricated, cold steel speculum and begins to slide it into Diane's femininity. He then spreads her pussy lips wide and clamps the speculum open as Diane feels cold air reach her cervix. Wexler then places a half-kilo metal weight on the speculum to give him a clear view of the 42-year-old's cervix and uterine neck. He notes to his attending nurse that there has been some shadow of short pubic hair growth since Diane were shaved a few days earlier. Wexler tells the nurse this is no problem as the condemned woman will be shaved again just before her false childbirth delivery, in about 18 hours.

Diana lifts her head to momentarily look down between her legs. Her eyes widen with fright as she sees Wexler pick up a long, ultra-wide-gauge needle and guide it into her spread-open vagina, aligning the needle's meatus with the tiny opening of her cervix. Wexler slowly pushes the huge needle deep into Diana's womb as the middle-aged woman gives out a faint scream and begins to cry. Even though her there are very she nerve endings in the cervix itself, Diane can feel the pressure of the huge needle making its way deep inside your body and the thought of it is terrifying.

“The material which I just injected into uterus will slowly expand over the next 18 hours to the size and weight of a newborn infant” Wexler tells Diane in graphic, monotone-voiced description of her impending procedure.

“It will swell using your own natural body fluids, pushing you lower abdomen and pelvis out to the size of a full nine-month pregnancy.”

As Diane stares at Wexler with a look of terror in her eyes he continues in a monotone voice.

“I will then induce you into labor by administering to you special hormone-based drugs which will produce extremely strong, powerful contractions of your uterus. Mrs. Howell, after a rather short but extremely painful labor, you'll give birth to something about the size of an American football or rugby ball.”

An Diane's eyes flood with tears, Wexler cruelly adds “and this time Diane, they'll be no c-section as there was when you delivered your daughter Tracy. No ma'am, this time this inanimate object is coming right through your vagina in a natural childbirth fashion. And there won't be any drugs for the pain. Oh, and of course it will all be done in front of the gallery of witnesses.”

Diane now sobbed aloud, her body shaking slightly against the restraints of her outstretched arms.

“Save your tears, Mrs. Howell, you need plenty of them in about 18 hours,” Wexler cruelly toyed with her, “your 42-year-old pussy is about to spread wide enough to deliver a football. It should be fun to watch. The last woman I did this too was the 49-year-old heavyset wife of the Mafia drug kingpin. She screamed so loud, for so long, we all had to use earplugs. As she was delivering the football she begged us to kill her. We waited a week till her pussy healed up, then we obliged her, just like we're going to do to you Diane.”

Still spread and strapped-down on the gynecological procedure table , Diane's head shook uncontrollably as she wept aloud, her large breasts sagging to each side of her torso, their nipples erect in the cool room.

Wexler continued his droll monologue “We're going to hook you up to an I.V. now Diane, so we can force fluids in you. It helps the device swell. You'll start getting very uncomfortable in about 30 minutes. It'll be painful as your belly swells and builds up to that of the woman nine months pregnant. Once you're at a full nine months and going to walk you around a bit and show you off. I know Warden Bowden will want to see you at full term in your false pregnancy. Despite your age, you should look pretty natural because of the large full breasts.”

As nurses hooked Diane up to the intravenous tubes, Wexler headed for the door, pulling his latex gloves off and throwing them on the floor for an orderly to pick up.

As he reached the doorway, Wexler turned and said coolly to Diane “I'm going to go get your daughter Tracy now”

As he turned and walked into the hallway Diane screamed at him “No, no, doctor, please, please don't do this to my little girl, she's only 16, please don't make her go through this. She's still a virgin, please, PLEASE.”

Diane's screaming was in vain as the electric power doors swung close.

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As the official chauffeur driven car sent by the prison rolled through miles of Nevada desert, Bill and Karen did not speak. When their limo pulled up to the first checkpoint a mile from the prison building complex, Karen caught sight of a small group of mostly women protesters holding up placards in the hot desert sun.

“These protesters must really be hard-core to stand out in this heat” Bill commented.

“Stupid bitches, I bet none of them has lost a child to terrorism.” Karen replied

The car stopped briefly before rolling through the checkpoint. As it passed through Karen read allowed the words on the large, simple sign, “Federal Women's Corporal Punishment and Capital Sentence Execution Facility, absolutely no unauthorized entry beyond this point, shoot-to-kill trespassing policy strictly enforced.”

“These folks don't fool around here” Karen added to the signs wording.

Bill ignored her. He was too busy reading the protester's placards, which he also read aloud in a low voice, “stop female executions now; end child torture; vaginal torture is a crime against humanity; stop the punishments now.”

About a mile later the chauffeured official prison car pulled up under a large awning which shaded it from the baking Nevada sun.

“Hi, I'm Janet Wang, head of witness relations here at the women's facility” said an attractive, slender, well-dressed middle-aged woman of Asian extraction. “If you'll come with me please. Warden Bowden is waiting to meet you for lunch in her private dining quarters. I hope prime rib in Bordeaux sauce will meet with your approval. That's what the warden scheduled for lunch today. I hope neither of you is a vegan, the warden is such a red meat lover.” Wang smiled broadly as she chatted. Bill had trouble keeping eye contact, distracted by Ms. Wang's short skirt which matched her sexy-but-businesslike fuchsia colored suit jacket.

“That'll be fine” Bill and Karen both replied at once as Wang escorted them out of the desert heat and into the clean, institutional-looking facility.

After long walk down a hallway and a short elevator ride, Wang introduced Bill and Karen Schnell to Anne Bowden, and the four made light conversation over a wonderfully prepared luncheon which was served exactly at 12:05 p.m. as the warden had requested. She was obsessive about timing and schedules, and even the kitchen staff knew it.

“Thank you for agreeing to be part of the witness team again, and thanks for extending your stay in Las Vegas” the female warden said as she sipped her after lunch coffee.

“Oh, it was no problem at all, we had planned to stay in Vegas an extra week anyway, and we're glad to be of service to our country.” Karen replied with a faint smile as she made brief eye contact with Bill.

“As my guests” the warden said “I'm going to give you each a special pass which will be good for your entire week here. You must be accompanied by one of my staff members at all times, but the pass will allow you to witness anything which takes place here at the facility. You can watch our fine kitchen staff bake cakes, you can go and watch any of the many forms of corporal punishments which take place here, you'll even be able to witness a capital sentence as it is carried out here if you wish. There are usually one or two a day, but not on weekends. You can even go into the medical facility and observe a postmortem examination of an executed criminal if you wish.”

Karen and Bill did not respond, they're somewhat shocked brains still processing the warden's words.

“My desire is not shock you, but to make you feel welcomed here” Bowden added.

Bill felt another erection growing in his pants as he listened to Anne speak. He was already fantasizing about wandering through the facility.

“There is something that takes place here now that most people in America still know nothing about yet” the warden continued. “It has to do with the farming out of executions from other countries. It's a fast-growing cash producer for the American penal system, and it's actually not only helping pay for our prison system, but for the first time since forced labor by criminals, it is actually beginning to turn us into a for-profit business enterprise.”

“How does it work?” Karen inquired with great curiosity.

“Now, with new low-cost supersonic air travel, it is cheaper for other countries to outsource both corporal and capital punishment of foreign nationals to our facility here in Nevada. This way, foreign governments don't incur the cost of building their own facilities in each country around the world. A small set of international judges is always on hand to hand down sentences right here at the facility. The sentence can be carried out right here, at no cost to the outsourcing country.”

“No cost?” Bill chimed in.

“Yes, that's exactly what I said, no cost, Mr. Schnell” the warden answered. “That's because we can make a profit here by selling pay-per-view cable rights of the trials, punishments, and even executions that occur here.”

“I thought that was illegal” Karen quipped.

“Yes, it is, in the United States that is, but not in all countries. It's perfectly legal for the general public to watch the administration of punishments, even executions, in say, Saudi Arabia, Brunei, the Netherlands, Myanmar, or Cuba. Is actually quite a business in those countries now. Those countries even have a booming tourism niche of tourists from other countries, even America, who want to watch the proceedings live on TV.”

“And by letting us make a profit at the wholesale production level here at the facility, those countries don't have to operate punishment and execution facilities for their serious criminals. It saves them a ton of money. They simply send them here to have their sentence carried out. It's free for them, we get to make a profit selling the lucrative raw cable feed, and they pump cash into their own economies by bringing in voyeur-tourists to watch the proceedings in their countries. It is a win-win all-around.”

“So, what you are saying is,” Bill quizzed, “that people from other countries are put to death here?”

”That's right Bill” answered Bowden “at this facility, the worst female criminals in the world are whipped and even executed, and you'll get to see it, if you would like.”

“Why, in just about an hour I expect a flight to arrive from Russia with several women on board who have already been found guilty of serious capital crimes there. They have been found guilty, but not sentenced yet.”

When they arrive each has the right to be accompanied by up to two family members, probably parents if they convicted is young, and possibly her lawyer. Each country we work with has its own sentencing judge in residence here. Our own on-site Russian Judge is reviewing their cases right now and will sentence them when they arrive. The sentence will be carried out before live TV cameras almost immediately upon their arrival. If the convict is not put to death here, they'll be sent home to be released in a few days, once they recover from their corporal punishment at our medical facility.”

“One other thing of interest” Bowden continued, “What happens here is a legitimately licensed venue and venture of the foreign country which condones it, so it is not under the laws of the United States. In Saudi Arabia, for example, children can be put to death as young as age 11. Their minimum age for judicial corporal punishment, such as caning or whipping, is only six.”

“So you might be quite shocked at what you see occurring here. Just remember, it is condoned by the foreign government which we have contracted with, not the United States government. We here at the women's punishment facility are simply making a profit doing what the foreign country would ultimately do anyway. It's an economy of volume. An executioner can be paid to work five days a year or 200 days a year, the cost of employment remains the same.”

“We do require that young kids sent here for corporal punishment be accompanied by at least one parent or legal guardian. In some countries, judges even sentence a parent to be punished along with the kid. Of course, we have to send the dads over to the male facility for punishment, because we're not licensed to punish males over age 12 at this facility.”

“If you're interested” the warden said as she turned to make eye contact with Karen, “I can probably get you a pass to go over to the male facility to witness an execution there.”

“No, no, you've been more than generous warden, I'm quite happy to stay here” Karen said in acknowledging the warden's thoughtfulness.