Execution of the Terrorist Housewives

 

Chapter 13   Execution of the Terrorist Housewives

by Jill Crokett

Setting update: It is the mid-21st century and prisons are now obsolete in North America.  All punishment is either corporal, capital, or both.  The as yet un-won War On Terrorism continues and is harshly prosecuted at every turn through strict new reforms within both the American and Canadian judicial systems.

Updated Review of Main Characters:

Diane is a 42-year-old divorced mom and the presumed ringleader of the three female tunnel terrorists. She has short, light-brown haired, is 5’, 4” tall, and is modestly overweight. Diane’s most striking feature is her hanging, full double D-cup breasts which are complimented by her wide-at-the-hips bottom and narrowing waist. Diane has been sentenced to death for her role in the heinous act of terrorism.

Sara is a beautiful 33-year-old housewife and the mother of a young son. Her natural strawberry-blond hair, cut just up off her shoulders, compliments her flawless cream-colored skin. Sara’s trim, athletic body stands 5’, 7” and is appointed with small, firm breasts and a tight boyish bottom. Both of these features reveal the sharp tan lines of a two-piece swimsuit. Sara was sentenced along with her best friend Diane.

Tracy is Diane's petite 16-year-old daughter. She has long, straight, blond-highlighted hair and a thin, boyish figure.  She was convicted along with her mom and Sara as an adult co-conspirator in a terrorist act and is to be put to death along with them.

Bill and Karen are a couple from Long Island,  New York who have been selected by lottery to witness executions in Nevada. Their young son was a victim of terrorism and they hope to witness the execution of his presumed killers. Bill is a tanned, blue-jean-wearing, physically fit home builder in his early forties.  His wife Karen is an attractive but overweight housewife.  She has latent bisexual tendencies and is naturally submissive to her husband.  

Warden Anne Bowden is the steel-eyed, late-thirty-something, all-business warden of the Federal Female Punishment Center at Elk Flat, Nevada. Warden Bowden, a well known authority on female penal administration, takes her job seriously, is a workaholic, and has no hobbies outside of the Female Punishment Center.  She has never married.  Ms. Bowden always wears a dark-colored conservative business jacket with matching knee length skirt, and her dark brunette hair is often worn in a bun. 

Dr. Wexler, , is the medical director of the Federal Female Punishment Center at Elk Flat.  The 52-year-old OB/Gyn is a sadistic loner whose wife and children were killed years earlier by a drunk driver. Along with Warden Anne Bowden he oversees the administration of punishment to all Federal female prisoners.

Jason is the fresh-faced, carrot-haired 23-year-old graduate student performing an administrative internship at the Federal Female Punishment Center. He performs minor administrative duties for the warden’s staff and is free to observe any procedure that occurs at the facility. 

    

The timeline to execute the Antroidi sisters had to be moved up in order to avoid delaying the execution of the Diane, Sara, and Tracy, the three condemned tunnel terrorists.  Within hours of their false delivery, the Antroidi sisters were hustled nude down a barren, stark white hallway towards the punishment theatre where a low-platform gallows had been temporarily set up.  Over the gallows platform hung a single steel cable looped in the form of a simple noose. The gallows platform was only a foot higher than the rest of the room, and it lacked the traditional drop door in its floor.  The hanging would occur when the noose was slowly winched upward.

Jason stood and watched with a handful of other mostly male witnesses as the stripped-to-the-waist sisters were led handcuffed into the room. Each wore only a diaper, and each female had had her hair cropped boyishly short.  27-year-old Janice’s face curled and she began to cry silently as soon as she saw the noose. Reality suddenly set in that this was the end for her and her sister. Warden Bowden stepped forward and announced that she had chosen hanging as the method of execution, and that both sisters, one at a time, would hang by the neck until dead. She announced that Andrea would hang first.  Janice’s heart sank as she realized she would witness her own sister’s death before taking her turn at the gallows. She bowed her head as her tears dripped onto the concrete floor.

Guards surrounded the two condemned females and attached a wide leather belt around each waist, snugging it firmly just above the diaper. The girls handcuffs were then moved behind their backs and hooked to the back of the belt. With their arms behind them, Jason noticed how the tight belts trimmed the girls’ waists, accentuating their figures.  The handcuff belts also allowed the nearly all-male gallery of witnesses to get a clear view of the girls’ bare chests rising and falling with anxious, rapid breaths.  Both sisters’ nipples were swollen and red from their torture in the desert the evening before.  Each had multiple purple whip and strap marks across her thighs.  Jason thought the two sisters looked peculiar in diapers, a necessity of their false pregnancies which had been terminated just a few hours earlier.

With a nod from Warden Bowden two guards grabbed Andrea and hustled her onto the stage. The steel looped cable was quickly slipped over her head and tightened. No one asked for last words and no preacher prayed. There was no offer of a blindfold or a last cigarette. A guard crouched and strapped a thick leather belt around Andrea’s thighs, squeezing them together as a second guard tightly strapped another belt around her calves. 

“Make her watch” Warden Bowden commanded as she shot a glance toward the guard holding Janice.  The guard instantly grabbed Janice’s hair and jerked her head up, forcing her to watch her sister’s impending death. A mechanical hum was heard and the cable tightened just slightly, taking all slack from the slim steel cable. With another slight whine of the winch Andrea was lifted onto her tiptoes. Her eyes bulged with terror. She tried to plead with her voice but in was too late. Three seconds later another mechanical sound was heard and the young woman, now on her tiptoes, was lifted just about one inch off the floor by her neck. Her wrists struggled behind her back for freedom. Andrea’s face pleaded for mercy as her toes sought in vain for terra firma, just an inch below. Her arms, clipped behind her waist, continued to thrash wildly for freedom. 

As Andrea’s toes ever so slightly cleared the floor a female guard reached out and gently held one of her shoulders to keep her body from spinning as she hung. Another female guard immediately bent down and began unbuckling the thigh and calf restraint straps, allowing the belts to drop to the gallows floor with a plop. As her legs were set free, Andrea’s knees flexed upward and she began to peddle for the floor. The guard holding her shoulder then reached down and unpinned Andrea's diaper.  It fell to the floor revealing smooth shaved labia which were blue with the strap marks of a belt.  As it fell, urine trickled onto the stage from between her legs.

After an eternal minute Andrea’s struggling slowed. After several more minutes passed her leg movements stopped and Andrea’s now limp body began to ever so slowly spin on the axis of the tightened vertical cable, her head acutely cocked to one side.  The room’s silence was shattered when Janice suddenly sobbed aloud in a deep, agonizing despair as she gazed at her sister’s last moments.

A gurney was wheeled in and lifted onto the low stage by two large black male guards. Dr. Wexler walked in with them, stethoscope in hand. He pressed the cold stethoscope to Andrea’s bare chest and listened, then turned to Anne Bowden and said “I need go ahead and harvest this one while there’s still a faint heartbeat.” “Should I go ahead and start, or wait for this one” he said, motioning with his index finger toward Janice.

Before Bowden could answer Dr. Wexler, Janice desperately exclaimed "Please ma'am, please have mercy on me. I don't want to die ma'am, please, I beg you please."

"Go ahead and take Andrea and harvest her, doctor, I want to take my time with this one" Bowden said referring to Janice.

Turning back toward Janice, Warden Bowden sharply replied "No mercy for you bitch, as a matter of fact, I have a little bonus for you." On those words a guard stepped forward and produced two thick hardwood boards which had four long wing-nut-tipped bolts running through them.

"We’re going to crush your breasts before we hang you, Janice" the Warden said matter-of-factly.

Janice tried to struggle as guards held her up while the warden herself slipped the large wooden clamp device over both of Janice's breasts.  Then freeing one hand Anne Bowden reached through the device and grabbed Janice's nipples one at a time, squeezing them tightly and pulling them through the device. Several unpaired hands then worked together turning the multiple wing knobs to firmly tighten the clamps down. Janice groaned as the boards slowly tightened down together, flattening her tits and causing her swollen nipples to perk out the end of the wooden vice.

"Please no, please stop, it hurts so, so bad, please" Janice pleaded as the guards and tightened the clamps as far as they could before taking up a mechanic’s wrench and tightening them even further, this time to the crushing point. 

Her tits crushed in agony, Janice was forced to watch while her sister Andrea’s nude, lifeless body was lifted, unmoored from the noose, and laid out on a gurney.  At that moment Jason realized that he would enjoy watching the double harvest of the sister’s organs.

Janice groaned and pleaded as she endured the crushing force on her breasts.  She was carried to the stage and stood at the same spot where her sister had just been hanged.  The same straps were applied around her legs and the entire procedure was repeated, only this time heavy wooden clamps weighed down, crushing the condemned young woman’s breasts. Janice, usually the more stoic of the two sisters, finally broke down and let out a deep cry of helplessness as the steel noose cable was slipped over her head. 

Janice tried to manage a final plea as a whining sound of the motor lifted her no more than a centimeter off the floor.  She shook rather violently and her eyes rolled up into her head as she was lifted.  A female guard unbuckled her legs while a male guard unhooked her wrists from the handcuffs, allowing her to struggle freely for a few moments before she lost consciousness.  It was more of a strangling than a hanging.  Her now free to hands grappled for a throat but it was useless. While she was still in her final moments of consciousness one of the female guards stripped Janice of her diaper.  Jason stared as she peed on the floor.

16-year-old Tracy Howell sat naked in her cell as a large team of guards assembled outside her cell door. The heavy door rumbled open and Warden Anne Bowden entered, accompanied by two tall, broad shouldered black male guards. She had come to explain something to Tracy. 

        "Tracy, the time has come for the final steps of your sentence to be carried out.  I have come here today to tell you that in a few hours you'll be taken to the main punishment and execution theater, where you and Mrs. Stahler will be put to death.”

Tears welled in Tracy’s eyes but she said nothing.

“Your mother’s sentence will be carried out 24 hours after yours and Sara’s.  It is my official duty to inform you now that the prescribed time window for a stay of execution has passed.”

The warden's words were a formality. Tracy and the other women had known all along that there was no chance of a stay of execution.  The nation was in no mood to grant mercy for terrorists and mass killers of innocent commuters.

"As warden of this facility I have discretion over execution protocol, and I have made the decision that you will be executed second, just after Sara Stahler. It is my decision that your mother will be forced to watch your execution.  You will be required to watch Sara's."

      Tracy just stared ahead trancelike.  She knew that nothing the warden would say would change anything.  The 16-year-old knew all too well that she would soon endure further torture and then be put to death. Tracy sat on her cell bunk and listened.  Her nudity and become a secondary issue to life-and-death, and she did not attempt cover her young tits or pussy with her hands as she had just days earlier.

      “Because of the exact nature of your execution,” the warden continued, “which I cannot yet reveal, we will not be whipping you or Mrs. Stahler just before your execution."

It was usual and customary for all condemned prisoners, both female as well as male, to receive a thorough punitive whipping with a bullwhip before being put to death.  For some as yet unrevealed reason the warden had elected to forgo this cruel indignity on Sara and Tracy.  “But why?” Tracy thought.

"I'll explain the details of your execution later, but I want you to know that I have selected an alternative pre-execution punitive punishment for you Tracy, and that punishment is going to be carried out right now.  I have ordered seven of my biggest black guards rape you, in any orifice they wish, as many times as they can for the next two hours.  I would let them do it longer Tracy, but we don't have much time."

The warden did not elaborate further but quickly turned and left the cell without looking back or uttering another word. As soon as she exited, five more large African guards entered the tiny steel-walled cell. 

Tracy did not speak but only groaned slightly as two muscular, coal-black men lifted her by her underarms arms and placed her on the cell floor as five others unbuckled and dropped their uniform trousers.  The team of guards surrounded her and pinned the slender, petite teenager down with her back against the cold concrete floor and her arms pinned out straight to each side as if crucified.  As guards to either side held the 16-year-olds arms flat against the floor, a third black guard crouched just above her head and with the palm of his hands pushed her shoulders down flat against the concrete. 

Two more guards firmly gripped each of Tracy’s slim legs and flexed her knees and hips, pressing her kneecaps awkwardly against the concrete floor just up under her underarms.  These same two guards then freed one hand each to tightly grasp each ankle, drawing in tightly back above Tracy’s head. As they did the young blonde’s butt cheeks lifted up off the floor, spreading her shaved girl-crack for the first of seven African rapists. 

One at a time the guards took a cruel turn at deeply raping the vagina and tight young ass of the now crying teenager.  As they worked their violating terror on her, Tracy screamed aloud with each and every deep, full thrust, shouting her moans as the massive cocks alternately pounded her femininity and rectum.  As each successive guard climaxed, they shifted their restraining positions so that six held and one fucked, giving each an equitable turn with the girl.  However humiliatingly terrifying and painful for Tracy, the experience was certainly most gratifying for the guards.  They would owe the warden big-time for this one.  Each thickly-hung black man experienced in that tiny cell a level of pleasure and enjoyment none had had in months. 

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