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While Dr. Wexler and his three surgical nurses finished completely excising the still connected vulva lips, vagina, uterus, and ovaries from the freshly executed 37-year-old woman who now hung lifelessly by her spread ankles in the Organ Harvest Room, Jason grabbed a quick post-masturbatory snack in the employee cafeteria so he would have the energy to move on to the punishment facility’s next sadistic venue. As Warden Anne Bowden’s shy young summer intern finished off a tomato and cucumber sandwich, Wexler and his trio of assistants completed their task of removing the hanged woman’s pussy and attached sex organs and hustling them to an awaiting business jet in an ice chest.
Once the woman’s pussy was completely cut out, Wexler moved on to quickly remove her breasts, then proceeded to use the laser to slice her from between her spread legs all the way down to the base of her neck, completely opening her up her abdominal and chest cavity so that her vital internal organs could also be harvested. As he did this, the unconscious woman’s faint heartbeat expired.
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Surrounded by guards, convicted sisters Janice and Andrea Antroidi stood dressed in prison garb with their arms obediently raised above their heads in fearful submission as they tearfully faced the Judge Lydia Moriarty, awaiting her sentence. The sadistic death sentence given to their father just a few months earlier by this same judge had been unbelievably cruel, and the two siblings anxiously anticipated a similar fate as they stood before the stern looking 60-year-old jurist.
A month earlier, husky voiced, jet black haired 27-year-old Janice and her cute-but-not-beautiful 29-year-old bottle blond sister Andrea had been convicted of operating the largest methamphetamine lab ever discovered. The clandestine operation, located near the Mexican border on a conveniently unpoliced stretch of an Arizona Indian reservation, took in literally tons of cash, much of it in small bills. Investigators estimated that the operation grossed over three million American dollars a day, 365 days a year. The bust had been world news, and the subsequent trial and conviction of the attractive sister-operators had been followed by all the tabloid news shows.
The Antroidi sisters had been schooled in the illicit drug manufacture and distribution business by their mobster father, Vito Antroidi, who had initially set up and bankrolled the massive operation before turning it over to his offspring. Even though Vito wasn’t involved in the lab’s day-to-day business, he got a cut of the profits, and he continuously advised his two daughters on operation of the business model, and on security matters.
Just three weeks before Janice and Andrea Antroidi were arrested, father Vito himself was busted for operating the largest hydroponically grown cocoa leaf cultivating and processing operation ever discovered. Under interrogation Antroidi gave up his own daughters’ illicit operation in a desperate attempt to save himself. Even after he was convicted and sentenced to death, Vito voluntarily testified against his daughters in a desperate and selfish attempt to get his own unbelievably cruel death sentence modified to something less tortuous.
But it was not to be. Vito Antroidi had come up against the toughest judge in the country, and, even after delivering critical testimony against his own two daughters, he was sadistically tortured and brutally put to death as punishment for operating a drug manufacture and distribution ring. His sentence, handed down by the same judge that his daughters now faced, had been carried out just a week, and his daughters were well-informed of the details.
New ultra-Draconian anti-drug manufacturing laws passed in 2042 gave judges unlimited punitive discretion when it came to illicit drug manufacturers, and while Superior Court Judge Lydia Moriarty’s harsh sentences had recently come under fire in the press, those editorial accusations had not yet persuaded the judge to show mercy.
Judge Moriarty had sentenced Vito Antroidi to repeated anal penetration with a large inanimate object, followed by circumcision without anesthesia, followed by a 100 stroke bare buttocks belt strapping topped off by another 50 strokes across the scrotum. And that was just to warm him up. She then sentenced the drug lord to be affixed spread-eagle to an X-shaped cross, his legs spread wide, so that a large machinist’s vice could be used to slowly crush, one at a time, his already tortured testicles and penis. The she-bitch judge then ordered that Vito be disembowel while still alive. The sentence was carried out in front of a selected group of witnesses who had all lost children are family members to drug addiction or drug overdose.
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Judge Moriarty spoke firmly and distinctly as the condemned as sisters’ raised hands and all arms nervously trembled.
“Janice Antroidi and Andrea Antroidi, having each been found guilty of a Class One Capital Offense, it is the order of this court that you both be taken immediately to the Federal Women’s Punishment Facility at Elk Flat, Nevada, where you will each undergo as of yet undetermined punitive punishments for a period of 72 hours, after which time you will be put to death and your vital organs immediately harvested.”
Andrea’s eyes rapidly swelled with tears and Janice began to weep aloud as Judge Lydia Moriarty continued.
“I further order the Federal Women’s Punishment Facility warden, Anne Bowden, to personally select and implement the methods of punishment to be implemented for this sentence. I also order Warden Bowden to select and implement the method of final execution for each of you.”
“Let me be very clear, this sentencing order grants Warden Bowden the full authority to select the methods used in carrying out your sentence, as well as full authority to implement your sentence. My only restriction to Warden Bowden is that you both must be dead within eighty hours of leaving this courtroom. May God have mercy on your souls.”
The sisters seemed puzzled at first. Just what was their sentence? How would they be put to death? It took a moment for the judge’s words to sink in, then they both began to weep aloud. While no judge had ever handed down this type of sentence before, the new laws were clear; in capital cases, judges had the authority to pass down whatever sentence they wished. Moriarty was stretching the envelope by passing on specifics of the sentencing directly to the warden at the punishment facility. It was a novel idea, and Moriarty believed it would help relieve of some of the pressure the press had placed on her recent harsh judicial decisions. With the press didn’t know was that Judge Lydia and Warden Ann had briefly been lesbian lovers 10 years earlier, and the judge was clearly aware of her former partners sadistic side. She trusted that the sentence would be carried out to her satisfaction.
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Within hours of their sentencing the two condemned sisters arrived at the facility in the middle of the Nevada desert. While Janice and Andrea were being escorted off the plane in shackles they both looked up and saw the large complex of white windowless industrial buildings in the distance. They both knew it would be their brief final abode on earth.
Handcuffed with their hands behind their back and still wearing orange jail garb, the sisters were shuffled along in ankle irons as they were lead towards and awaiting entourage of several Jeeps. To the sisters’ surprise, the Jeeps did not drive towards the entrance to the Women's Punishment Facility, but the entourage turned and headed toward a barren section of smooth, flat desert floor where several other jeeps were parked.
Seven large, shirtless African male guards, each of whom had been personally selected by Warden Bowden, sweated as they pounded eight evenly spaced long iron stakes deep into the hard, lightly reddish desert floor. As the black guards sweated in the sun, several white male guards set up a separate small tent canopy just feet away to allow shade for the warden and her help. Next to the canopy several female guards worked on starting a small charcoal camp fire. To the casual viewer one might believe they were witnessing an afternoon outing if it were not for the bizarre desert location.
Earlier in the day Warden Bowden was telephoned by Judge Moriarty and informed of her unusual sentence. Bowden’s creative mind had been working overtime ever since.
Bowden and several white male and female guards turned to face the newly arriving female prisoners as they were hustled barefoot from the jeep onto the hot, baked red desert floor about a kilometer from the facility. The seven huge sweaty, shirtless African guards continued to pound their pattern of iron stakes.
One of the white male guards standing next to the warden held a canvas bag containing more than a dozen leather restraint straps and cuffs.
Warden Ann Bowden exchanged no pleasantries upon meeting the sisters, and did not even address the women for several long moments. Her long, silent glaring stare was meant to imply that she viewed the condemned sisters as inanimate objects, sort of the way one would look at an old junk car before sending it to the crusher.
“Unshackle them and completely strip them” she ordered to her guard team in a stern, authoritarian voice.
Surrounded by guards and with absolutely with no place to run, the sisters obediently raise their hands above their heads as their shackles were remove from their wrists and ankles. Within moments several guards produced sharp scissors and quickly began to cut away the oversized orange smocks and trousers as the two frightened sisters were stripped completely naked as they stood surrounded by guards in the hot open desert.
“Ladies, I am Warden Ann Bowden. I have been authorized to sentence you for your crimes and will do so at this time.”
As Bowden spoke her black guards put down their mallets and stood on the desert floor behind her.
“For the next 72 hours you will be kept very much alive and alert by medical intervention if necessary. You will receive no solid food but will be hydrated intravenously at regular intervals with sugar water as necessary.”
Bowden paused a moment and then walked up to Janice, the bustier of the two, and, reaching up with both hands, slowly began to firmly twist her wide, light brown nipples as she spoke.
“You and your sister are going to be staked down to the desert floor. The lady guards here are going to use hot Brazilian wax to rip out your pussy hair by the roots. You see the muscles on these big black hunks behind me? Just wait till you see their long, thick black dicks. I assure you, they’re like none you’re ever seen. Their going to rape you and sis in every hole you’ve got, and not just once honey, but as many time as they want.”
“At least a half-dozen times in each of your tight little holes” Bowden continued as she twisted harder.
“And I’ve got something special to start out with. Just to make sure everything is warmed up down there before we get started,” the warden pausing as one of the female guards handed her a wooden fraternity-type paddle, “you’re each going to get 25 hard swats on the bottom before we tie you down.”
Both women wept aloud as Bowden ordered them to bend over, touch their toes, and slightly been their knees. The frightened, naked sisters obediently complied, confident that any resistance to him would only worsened their torture. Janice was first. By the fifth hard stroke her bottom was beet red and she was wailing. At the 11th stroke she fell to her knees and pleaded that she could take no more. Andrea, still touching her toes and awaiting her punishment, quivered with fear as tears dripped directly onto the hot dry desert clay.
“Stand up and assume the position Janice, or I will read out your nipples with a pair of pliers. You have 10 seconds to comply.”
From the corner of her tear-filled eye, Janice could see a female guard reach into a small canvas tool bag and produce a pair of water pump pliers. At first glance of the implements the 27-year-old, still tearfully crying, her jet black hair now dusted with sand, leapt to her feet and touched her toes once again. Ann Bowden proceeded with the punishment, and just before the 25th stroke the screaming girl pissed herself, puddling urine on the desert floor as her firm, full round buttocks began to bleed slightly under the final stings of the paddle.
The warm up paddling was no easier for Andrea. As the fem-dom warden handed the 29-year-old bottle blond her own series of strong, firm paddle strokes, the guards saw to it that Janice was securely staked down to the desert floor. Janice was staked down facing the late afternoon sun. Her arms were cuffed to iron stakes in a spread eagle fashion. A leather belt was passed over her lower chest and attached to stakes at either side of her. The guards then grabbed her ankles and, bending her knees back as far as they could go, attached her knees to another set of stakes just lateral to her breasts. Finally, Janice’s ankles were strapped wide open somewhere just above her shoulders.
Once both sisters were strapped down to the desert floor with her pelvis spread wide before the assembled, a female guard proceeded smear hot wax over each woman’s mons pubis and vulva. A second guard poured cold ice water over each crotch to set the wax. Without fanfare the female guard then with great force firmly ripped the pubic hair of each woman out by its roots. The screams could be heard from miles. Once Janice and Andrea had caught their breath from screaming, Anne Bowden spoke again.
“Dr. Wexler, our staff gynecologist, will be joining us just before sunset. I’m instructed him to burn each of your clitoris’ off completely by the root. There won’t be any anesthesia, and, the doctor will be using any of his fancy equipment, just a glowing, hot wire from my little campfire over here.”
“But because I am such a caring and understanding purveyor of justice, I thought I did you each the chance of having one final orgasm with your now so cutely splayed pussy.”
Bowden stepped back under the protective shade of her wall-less desert tent, smirking as the seven muscular black guards walked up and faced the sisters and began to undo their pants.
Andrea gasped as she laid eyes on the set of seven huge black cocks. It was more than she could take. She began to cry a soft, baby like cry with tears rolling down her cheeks as the first of the seven knelt between her up spread legs.
“Oh God, oh God is too big is too big I can’t take it. Please no, God no, NO” Andrea screamed as the first of her multiple rapists forced himself deep inside her, childless, little-used vagina.
“Goddamn you fucking nigger” Janice shouted as she watched the guard pound her sister. Little did she know that her racial fury would only exacerbate the intensity of the rape.
Andrea screamed continuously during her first rape, drawing Janice’s attention from the fact that she would soon be next. Bowden’s directions had been clear. Before Dr. Wexler arrived to burn off their clitoris’, each of the seven black guards was to rape each of the women both vaginally and rectally.
Andrea fought for sure he should climax any moment, and when the guard pulled out of her vagina for moment, she thought he was done. To her shock he leaned forward again, this time tipping his penis head slightly lower.
When the guard began to force is huge dripping tool into her anus, Andrea screamed “No, no, no not there. Please not there. I, I can’t, it’s too big I just can’t, not there.”
As Andrea received the first of seven hard anal rapes, another huge tooled black guard began to pound Janice’s vagina with all his might.
The multi rapes continued unabated for over two hours, with only momentary breaks for the female guards to swab out the sperm filled rape holes in order to keep them as dry and tight as possible.
The sun was beginning to set when Dr. Wexler, two of his female assistants, and Jason all arrived at the desert encampment by jeep. There been a change of venue from punishment theater seven, and the two are running a little late.
Jason wouldn’t help but stare at the two women staked to the desert floor, their faces wet with tears, their eyes filled with terror, and their extremely spread pussies glistening in the waning sunlight.
Standing there with Wexler and all the male guards, Jason wondered what the few female guards assembled there thought of all this. He knew without a doubt that Anne Bowden was into it, and he knew Dr. Wexler’s assistants were devoted, but he had reservations about one female guard. The female guard in question, the one tending the fire, had refused to speak or make eye contact with him when he casually greeted her upon his arrival, and he noticed that she did not look at Dr. Wexler when he addressed her, inquiring if the hot circumcision wires were ready.
Jason noticed that each of the set of several crude cauterizing wires had wooden handles at one end and a single, tiny loop at the other. The loop end glowed as Wexler lift it up to inspect it. Jason assumed that the gynecologist would use the tiny loop end to burn out each clitoris with a slow, scooping motion. He assumed correctly.
Jason was amazed at how tightly the women had been bound to the desert floor. Jason had witnessed quite a number of punitive circumcisions at the male facility, and at least two here at the female prison, but he had seen none performed by cauterization. In fact, he had an idea that this would be more than just circumcision, but that Wexler would burn away each of the sisters’ entire clits. The idea the women being burned between the legs with a glowing hot wire, all while the unapproving, or at least uncomfortable, young female guard was forced to watch, excited him.
“I’m Dr. Wexler, the prison surgeon. Your sentence of female circumcision and full clitorectomy by cauterization will now be carried out.”
Before Wexler could say another word, Jason watched as the strapped down sisters’ faces twisted up in tears. Andrea began to cry softly aloud.
“Janice will be first” Wexler continued over the soft crying.
“God no, please, God no, NO!” Janice screamed and twisted against her restraints as Wexler approached and knelt before her spread pussy with the strange, glowing wire tool.
“Don’t do this, please don’t do this to my sister” Andrea pleaded as Wexler inserted two gloved fingers from his free hand deep into Janice’s vagina and lifted up the clitoral area by applying upward pressure just behind the G-spot.
Handing the glowing wire tool back to his assistant Wexler announced “It’s two compact, I’m going to have to sew the lips open.”
“Oh my God, my God, no, NO!” Janice screamed and then broke down in a long wailing sob as the assistant handed Dr. Wexler a large curved needle with surgical thread attached.
Despite that he had just masturbated 30 minutes earlier, Jason’s erection once again grew as he watched the strapped-down woman scream in horror while Wexler passed the needle repeatedly through her pussy lips and handed the threads to assistants standing at either side. The assistants then pulled threads tight, spreading the pussy lips wide apart, clearly revealing Janice’s clitoral treasure for the gynecologist.
Still holding the labia wide with sutures, both of Wexler’s assistants giggled as urine squirted onto their boss’ surgical smock as he first touched Janice’s clitoral tissue with the small, glowing hot wire or fresh from the fire of coals. Once Janice’s pussy lips had been stretched far part, the actual procedure only took Dr. Wexler a minute. He firmly press the wire loop deep over Janice’s clitoris as the young woman shuttered and flailed with burning pain and humiliation. Handing off the cool wire for a fresh, glowing hot one, Dr. Wexler proceeded to burn away that only Janice’s clitoris but all the immediately surrounding tissues. As his own little punitive measure, for pissing on his smock, Wexler also burned away at the opening of Janice’s little pee-hole.
Five minutes after the procedure was done Janice’s wailing cry could still be heard a half mile away. Now it was her sister’s turn.
Jason relished in the sight of Andrea struggling against her restraints as Wexler approached her open thighs. “This one is wide open” the doctor announced, indicating to his assistants that suturing the vaginal lips would not be necessary on this one.
“No goddamn it, no, no you’re not doing that to me, you mother fucker” Andrea screamed as she was about to receive Wexler’s wire.
As Dr. Wexler leaned forward, Andrea spat at him, striking him in the face.
Wexler replied calmly by first handing the red-hot wire tool to his assistant, and then he turned and firmly slapped Andrea cross the face. Andrea hung her head and began to cry.
“Now listen to me, you are going to get burned down there just like your sister did, and I’m going to do it, do you understand bitch?” Dr. Wexler growled as he stuck two finger’s deep into Andrea’s bald pussy. Andrea’s only reply was to weep aloud.
Andrea screamed at the top of her lungs as the prison gynecologist pressed the small, glowing red metal loop deep into her clitoris, instantly vaporizing it into a plume of smoke. At that moment she, too, emptied her bladder on the doctor.
Once Andrea’s howling screams had subsided to a steady, convulsing sob, Warden Bowden approached Dr. Wexler, addressing him and the condemned in the same sentence.
“Janice and Andrea, in just a few moments you are both going to have each of your nipples crushed completely with a pair of pliers. Then I’m going to lay off of you for the rest of the evening, during which time you’ll be placed under Dr. Wexler’s care so that he can keep you healthy in order to allow you to sustain further punitive measures tomorrow.”
Then turning to Wexler she added “First thing in the morning, I want both of these bitches to undergo a rapidly accelerated false pregnancy and delivery. Do I make myself clear Dr. Wexler?”
“You’re the boss, warden” the doctor replied with clear sarcasm.
As a guard approached Janice with a pair of pliers in his hands, Wexler turned and added a suggestion to Warden Bowden’s repertoire.
“You know, Warden Bowden, my years as a gynecologist and obstetrician have taught me that the female nipple is an extremely durable tissue. I might suggest, have any creative measure, that you first untied the condemned females from the stakes, then hog-tie them with their hands and feet together behind her back so that they can’t walk, and then proceed to see just how far they can be dragged back to the facility by their nipples with pliers, before their nipples rip off.”
Jason had a feeling that Warden Bowden would be jealous over the fact that she had not been so creative herself. As he and Wexler drove off in the jeep that night the last sound that he heard was a horrifying pleading of Andrea as, face up on the desert floor, her hands and feet now locked together behind her at her waist, two guards slowly dragged her, each with a pliers in his hand, firmly clamped on her now 6 inch long stretched nipples.
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