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Chapter 18 Execution
of the Terrorist Housewives
from the pen of award winning S&M
imaginist
Jill Crokett
author’s note: All names used in this story are
fictitious, even the author’s nom de plume. Any names
used of real persons is purely coincidental. Readers
my contact Ms. Crokett at jcrokett@yahoo.com
with their comments.
The humiliating rapes over, Warden Bowden commanded “Mrs. Howell, you will now stand in the middle of the red circle with your arms raised high in the air.”
Diane straightened up and raised her hands high facing the gallery as the female warden cruelly snapped the short bullwhip against the smooth concrete behind her, causing the mature mom to shutter at the shrill whistle of the whip. Bowden ordered Diane to turn so that her backside was visible to the audience. As she slowly turned, Bill Schnell could see that Diane’s buttocks were already covered with blistering red stripes from the paddle and belt. Cum from her multiple rapes dripped from Diane’s vagina. As the witnesses stared at her wide, hippy, strap-marked buttocks, the camera pulled focus on Diane’s expression, revealing a close up of Diane’s tear-streaked face on the overhead monitor, magnifying it one hundred times for the gallery.
“Mrs. Howell, I will now proceed to bullwhip your buttocks and tits 40 times each. If at any time during this phase of your corporal punishment you bring your hands below the level of your shoulders, or you use your elbows to shield your tits from the whip, I will declare that you have defaulted a second time, and we will proceed with your daughter Tracy’s execution.”
“Ma’am, please, I don’t think I can take that much, please, please be reasonable with me” Diane humbly pleaded. There was no reply from Bowden.
Warden Bowden turned her head and gave a nod to an assistant, at which point two X-shaped black steel crosses were rolled into the center of the execution theater on wide gurneys. Technicians immediately lifted the relatively light weight aluminum crosses upright and proceeded bolted them to the floor after sliding their bases into wide, pre-drilled holes in the concrete floor. The crosses were positioned quite low to the floor, with the feet end nearly touching the concrete.
Snap! Diane moaned loudly as she twisted and flexed her knees, crouching to the floor as the short bullwhip found it's first mark across her already blistered buttocks. One, two, three, four , five times it found its mark as Diane cried aloud like a baby, screeching with each lash, followed by “aaaahhhhhh” and more tears. Over and over again the short whip found its mark, now drawing trickles of blood. With each crack of the whip Diane screamed out but stoically still kept fingers interlocked above her head as instructed. Rather than reflexively cover her bottom, Diane used her voice to react to the whip, screeching and pleading in vain with each lash as she squatted by bending her knees. As the whip landed over and over again on her bare butt she soon lost her voice, her face only gaining an expression of horror on the overhead monitor as her mouth opened wide as it gasped for air.
The 40 butt lashings complete, a distinct challenge was now placed before the 44-year-old mother when Warden Bowden ordered her to keep her elbows wide apart for her tit whipping. Warden Bowden ordered Mrs. Howell to stand sideways to the audience, giving the men in the gallery a silhouette view of her firm yet hanging breasts. Somewhat full-figured Diane was the owner of a voluptuous set of double D size cups, and the first crack across her fat tits caused her to scream fiercely. Bowden quickly whipped her breasts repeatedly, going back and forth with the tip of the short whip, strategically lashing across Diane’s nipples with precise cruelty. As the whip found her tits, Diane valiantly fought the impulse to cover her breasts as the whip marks crisscrossed each nipple, striping her tits with red lines.
37…,38…, 39…, 40; the tit-whipping finished, Diane shuttered and balled at the top of her lungs as she bent her knees in pain, but through it all, in an act of unbelievable love and stoic sacrifice for her daughter, she obediently kept her clasped hands atop her head. To the sadistic thrill of the men in the gallery, as the 44-year-old divorcee sobbed, her whip-marked tits jiggled to the manifestations of her unimaginable distress.
After a few minutes of inactivity passed, Warden Bowden gave Diane Howell her cruelest order yet. She ordered Diane to lay on the floor, on her back, within the red circle. She was then ordered to reach down and grasp her ankles and draw them up, spreading her knees wide apart as she pulled up her ankles. As her knees spread open to the sides of her chest, Diane’s pussy blossomed, fully exposing her already-strap-marked female sex.
Once Diane had obediently assumed this missionary-like position, the gallery was stunned to hear the warden announce "Mrs. Howell, I'm now going to lash your pussy 30 times with the bullwhip. If at any time during this whipping of your sex you move from the circle, or even close your legs, even just once, I will order that your daughter Tracy be skinned alive immediately."
"No ma'am, I don't think I can take it, please I can take it, not that" pleaded Diane from her position on the cold concrete floor, her legs obediently spread and lifted high as instructed. Her pleas fell on deaf ears.
With the first crack of the whip’s tip across Diane's pussy, a quick squirt of urine shot up several feet. Diane screeched and reflexively closed her legs for a moment, then obediently reopened them. The warden appeared not to notice the momentary infraction. The second stroke of the bullwhip can full and hard down between Diane’s pussy crack, and she reflexively closed her legs again. This time she held them closed, screaming "Dear god no, no, no, no, I can’t, I can’t, I can't, aaaaahhhhh.”
Without a word from the warden, two of the African warriors
stepped forward and grabbed
Will petite teen
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