Execution of a Soccer Mom

Execution of a Soccer Mom

Chapter Three

Petite, 15-year-old Sandy Sebring stood naked before the judge, nervously shivering. Her handcuffs had been removed and she was dressed in a prison issue orange jumpsuit. The courtroom was filled with anxious witnesses which included over 50 television and internet glog (in olden days referred to as "the press") reporters. As the female judge entered the courtroom all rose at an attention until she took her seat.

The stern-looking, middle-aged judge looked down on the frightened teenager and began to read a lengthy description of her guilty conviction in absentia. Laying down the papers, she looked directly at Sandy.

"Sandy Sebring, it is the order this court that he be taken immediately to the Women's Punishment Center at Elk Flat, Nevada were you will be, and not more than 12 hours, put to death in a fashion prescribed by the Department of Corrections for those females convicted of capital crime. As a deterrent, your execution shall be broadcast via live video feed over the Department of Corrections video channel."

"It is further the order of this court that before your execution you shall be stripped and all bodily hair removed between your navel and your knees. The procedure bringing about your death shall take place over a period of not less then 20 minutes, nor more than two hours."

As young teenage Sandy was being sentenced to death, across town, armed federal agents burst into the home of housewife and mother Marge Andrews. 40-year-old Marge was a short, five-foot-two, heavyset soccer mom with three sons. Despite her plump, overweight frame, Marge, a natural redhead, had an attractive face. Unlike many overweight women, Marge had small, A to B cup breasts.

Marge was the only one home at the time of her legal abduction. As the all-male team of seven federal agents busted down her kitchen door she began to scream, thinking she was the victim of a home invasion. Wearing a "Donna Reed type" casual housedress and flat shoes, Marge looked like a scene from the '50's. Her blondish-red hair had recently been permed into short curls at the neighborhood salon.

As Marge frighteningly backed up against her kitchen counter, her pancake spatula still in hand, the seven agents surrounded her, grabbing her arms and legs. As she screamed "No, please no, why are you doing this?" the agents lifted her heavyset frame and placed her faced down on to her kitchen floor.

Marge was quickly handcuffed with her wrists behind her back, then a leather strap was used to pull her elbows tight together and bind them together just below her shoulder blades.

As they continued to hold her face down on the bright yellow linoleum floor, two agents each held one of Marge's plump legs and thighs wide apart, while a third strapped a ball-gag into her mouth. A fourth agent knelt between her legs and leaned over her back to begin a full-body frisk for weapons and contraband. A fifth, still-standing agent read aloud a court order to her.

"Margie Andrews, you have been found guilty in absentia of murder in the capital degree of a child under age 12, and for conspiracy to murder for profit or gain. You are to be brought before the court for sentencing immediately upon detention."

The agent kneeling between her spread legs then pulled on a single latex medical examination glove with a snap and lifted Marge's dress by the hem and pulled it up to her waist. She had on full-cut, white panties covering her ample bottom. She wore no hosiery. The agent then stroked two fingers along the white crotch of her panties as Marge tried to raise her head in protest.

"Sorry mam" he said, "it's my job. You must be strip-searched before we can take you into custody."

As Marge's soccer-mom eyes bulged from her head behind the gag, agents slipped off her shoes and unzipped the back of her housedress as curious neighbors gathered outside, alerted by the screaming and the presence of numerous unmarked police cars.

The arresting agents proceeded to strip plump, 40-year-old Marge Andrews completely naked on her own kitchen floor. After her shoes were off, her legs were quickly pulled together and her panties were pulled down off her legs. Marge's legs were then spread again and the gloved agent, assisted by the others who held her butt-cheeks wide open, performed a rectal exam with a small amount of lubricant. Marge was then rolled over on her back and, with her legs held wide apart, was examined vaginally with two fingers.

She had a nice thick red bush between her legs.

Using a razor-knife, the agents then carefully cut the full length of the front of Marge's housedress and ripped it off her body. The only thing left was her bra. The agents lifted the gagged woman up to her feet as an agent behind her unsnapped her bra, stripping heavy, small-titted soccer mom completely naked in her own kitchen.

As the agents led Marge from her home completely naked, her neighbors saw what was becoming all too common in America; the condemned being paraded naked in public. Within an hour Marge stood, still naked but sans gag, before a rather young looking male judge.

"Marge Andrews, it is the order of this court that you be immediately taken to the federal female punishment facility where, in front of witnesses and live television broadcast you will be put to death by live harvest of your female reproductive organs including your external genitalia. This procedure shall be performed without anesthesia, and all necessary medical steps are to be taken to keep you fully conscious during the removal of these tissues."

As the completely naked Marge screamed "No, No please your honor, I beg you, have mercy!" the judge continued.

"As an additional punitive punishment, before the harvesting of your organs, your body shall be completely shaved from head to toe, followed by a public whipping of not less than 100 strokes across your buttocks and labia with a leather strap."

Marge continued to beg for mercy as she was taken from the courtroom.

More than a dozen prep technicians awaited her at the Female Execution Center. Upon arrival, the heavyset blond once again had a ball gag firmly strapped into her mouth. Technicians then strapped her down on her back to a short bench which allowed her head to hang off of one end and her butt to hang off the other. Her arms were firmly strapped to the sides of the table.

Wide leather cuffs within firmly wrapped around each knee. Leather straps from these knee restraints were then pulled tightly back up toward her shoulders so that her knees touched her underarms. Once in this position a small 15 in. wide spreader bar was attached to each of Marge's ankles with firm leather restraints and her ankles were pulled up over her head and attached to a steel post. She could not move, and her pussy was spread wide open.

Execution Prep Technicians proceeded to give the redheaded mom a series of enemas. Once her colon was thoroughly cleansed, they then ran a catheter up her pee hole to drain her bladder completely. As the condemned prisoner pleaded with her eyes, a late middle-aged black nurse with scissors then began to manually trim down her bright red pussy hair. This was followed by a complete lathering of her pussy with shaving cream, followed by a total clean-shaving.

Once Marge's pussy was shaved, the technicians unhooked the procedure table from its floor mounting. Then, by pressing a button, the death-technicians caused the table to rise up slightly on hidden wheels. Without removing her from her strapped-down position, the execution techs wheeled Marge out of the preparation room and into the cold, concrete-floored execution theater.

A television camera now focused on her shaved, spread-wide-open crack as over 50 well- dressed male and female witnesses stared at the helpless middle-aged housewife and mother. From a side door a large muscular male figure entered the room. He was stripped to the waist and wore a leather mask over his face. His lower body was covered waist to ankles in tight-fitting black leather. He held in his right arm a wooden-handled short leather strap about 1 ½ inches wide.

As the whipmaster approached the condemned, a guard unhooked and removed her mouth gag. As he did, one of the witnesses, a middle-aged businessman could be heard whispering to the woman next to him "I'm glad they took that off, I really want to hear this fat little bitch sing."

As the whipmaster stood before Marge's splayed crotch for what seemed to be an eternity, a female prison official entered the room and spoke.

"Marge Andrews, it is the order the court that you shall receive not less than 100 strokes of the leather strap across your shaved labia, pubic mound, and bare buttocks, immediately followed by the harvesting of your female reproductive organs without benefit of anesthesia."

With a sudden bold stroke the whipmaster laid the first of dozens of rapid-fire strokes of the leather strap straight across Marge's pussy. As the fat woman wailed and flailed her head, her smooth labia and pink feminine crack yielded to the belt of the whipmaster.

As she screamed and cried, the whipmaster repeatedly strapped Marge's pussy lips until they were swollen and reddish purple. Marge begged and pleaded at the top of her lungs as the man continued to whip her femininity with the strap.

After dozens of strokes had been ministered across her shaved pussy, the whipmaster paused as guards quickly unhooked Marge from the table and attached her ankles to overhead cables which had been lowered from the ceiling. Marge's heavy frame was then lifted upside down after a spreader bar was placed between her ankles.

Marge now hung inverted by her ankles, her heavy, overweight torso tugging tightly at her securely bound ankles. Guards quickly moved to securely behind her arms behind her back, this time with each elbow being firmly strapped to the opposing wrist.

As she hung, her curly blond hair dangling toward the floor, Marge moaned from the weight of her own body. It was clear that the whipmaster was now about to begin administering a strapping to Marge's wide, full-figured buttocks.

Marge screamed, sobbed, and cried as her ample butt-cheeks were reduced to a massive field of bright red welts. With every stroke across her bottom Marge flexed and flailed her heavy body as the whipmaster repeatedly stroked in a rapid-fire succession.

Once the whipmaster was finished administering over 100 strokes to Marge Andrews butt cheeks and shaved pussy, she was lowered and guards again repositioned her on the short table. She was once again strapped so that her buttocks completely hung off the end of the table. The exception this time was that her knees were not pulled up under her arms, but were spread at a 45 degree angle out from her torso and strapped to stirrup-like posts. Her knees and ankles were strapped down to brackets on the posts.

At the other end of the short table Marge's neck was restrained with a leather collar while crucifix-like all arms were attached to either side of the table so that her arms could be strapped down while opened out to either side of her. In this position, technicians placed intravenous needles in each arm. These needles would administer the drugs that would keep Marge conscious during the in which her female organs would be removed.

A restraint strap was placed across Marge's chest, just below are small breasts, firmly holding her torso to the table. Another set of groin straps secured her upper thighs and pelvis in position. A small head rest was positioned so that Marge's head was propped up, forcing her to watch the execution procedure.

As she waited, fully restrained in position, technicians rolled stainless steel carts laden with neat rows surgical instruments next to the execution table. At this point, one could almost hear the heavy breathing and pounding hearts of the assembled witnesses. A television cameraman focused on Marge's face, while another focused on her pussy. A third cameraman shot the overall scene.

As a masked and white-robed surgeon approached the table holding up a long, sharp razor-scalpel, Marge began to crying like a child and babbling for mercy. A small stream of urine spouted upwards from between her legs.

As the masked surgeon stood between her thick, spread thighs, a female warden once again approached the table.

"Margie Andrews, for your capital crimes against the state, which include child murder, you will now be put to death. It is the order of the court that your vagina and uterus now be surgically removed as one contiguous organ, along with your external genitalia. It is further the order of that this action shall be taken without benefit of anesthesia or loss of consciousness."

With these words the surgeon inserted two gloved fingers deep into Marge's vagina as the woman moaned aloud. As he held up her pussy by the two fingers inside her, the surgeon began cutting Marge just above her anus as the woman screamed a sound only heard in nightmares.

The surgeon then proceeded to cut completely around Marge's vaginal lips. He then made an incision all the way up to her navel. Nurses' standing to each side of the condemned use traction clamps to open the skin of Marge's lower pelvis. As Marge screamed in horror her entire external genitalia was cut away from her body and lifted up, along with her uterus and fallopian tubes for the crowd to see as blood flowed down from the table.

As soccer mom Margie Andrews bled to death on the execution altar, 15-year-old Sandy Sebring was being prepped for execution in another room at the same women's correction facility. As several large male prison guards held the petite Sandy upright with her arms tightly behind, a female prison matron unzipped the full length of her bright orange jumpsuit.

To Be Continued