Execution of the Terrorist Housewives

 

Chapter 16  Execution of the Terrorist Housewives

by Jill Crokett

 

Sara’s pleadings fell intermittently silent due to her short, heaving gasps for breath as she hung upside down from her ankles, held slightly open by a narrow spreader bar.  After her severe butt and tit strappings of about a hundred strokes each, the mom was momentarily left suspended from her ankles so that the gallery might observe her shaking and sobbing from the relentless public whipping she had just received.  Karen and Bill Schnell stared as tears streamed down Mrs. Stahler’s inverted face, dripping off her forehead. 

The naked 33-year-old was taken down from her ankle suspension by a half-dozen uniformed personnel and carried over to the device which looked like a doctor's examination table, except that it was a bit shorter and narrower, had no stirrups, and had been attached earlier to what looked like a hydraulic column rising from the concrete floor.

At the execution table the guards handed the still hysterically sobbing  woman over to the four muscular, shaved headed executioners in leather pants.

“No, no, please, please just, just kill me, please don’t do this” she ranted in desperation.  Sara’s pleadings echoed through the chamber as the silent executioners laid her back down against the edge of the black leather table so that her whipped butt was off the edge, then they began to check the tightness of the leather harnesses which had been previously securely to each of her ankles. The harnesses went from her mid calf down to and around her ankles.  The men also added and tightly secured leather wrist restraints to each of her forearms.

The straps securely in place, the men let Sara sit up unrestrained for a moment on the edge of the table and face the gallery one last time.  All eyes stared at the crew-cut-headed mom, anticipating her fate.  Their was no sympathy as Sara Stahler tearily mouthed the words "please no, please no" repeatedly in a hopeless plea for mercy. 

As if to mock Sara's call for leniency, Warden Anne Bowden stepped back into the spotlight and matter-of-factly announced "Mrs. Sara Stahler will now have her vagina removed without anesthesia."  She then casually walked back into the darkness.

The four executioners lifted Sara by her arms and legs and laid her on her back on the short black table.  She was positioned so that her buttocks hung completely off of the end. Her wrists were secured straight up over her head to a metal bracket which protruded from the head end of the execution bench. This positioning stretched her severely strap-marked tits almost flat.  Leather straps were affixed to secure her shoulders firmly down to each upper corner of the bench.  A belt from under the table was passed over her chest, just below her crushed nipples, and tightened down snugly.  Once the young mother's upper body was completely restrained, an executioner attached a headrest to the bench and adjusted it, lifting Sara's head up from the table and forcing her to look down toward her legs. 

A television camera on a moving overhead boom pulled focus on Sara's face.  The image of the crying mom’s face was displayed for the witnesses on a huge, flat screen monitor which had been lowered from the darkness of the ceiling overhead.  Karen Schnell glanced up and stared into the eyes of who she believed was her son’s killer, a killer she gleefully knew was about to be executed.    

Two huge executioners each grabbed one of Sara's legs and adducted them up to her chest.  They then spread her thighs wide open as the audience stared at the smooth feminine crack splayed before them.  Once the men had stretched Sara's knees up and open as far as they could go, they began securely strapping each knee to the sides of the bench, near her underarms, using large leather cuffs.  The bottoms of Sara's feet pointed up at the ceiling, but they would not stay there for long.

Sara, a trim, healthy, athletic woman groaned with the strain of her positioning as her executioners pulled her ankles up to each side of her head.  The suspension harnesses which remained strapped to her ankles were clipped to the same metal attachment bracket where her wrists had been attached. The condemned housewife’s external reproductive organs were now completely on display, spread open and positioned fully off the end of the short bench.

An attractive prison nurse appeared in the floodlights holding something in her hand as she stepped up to the condemned's spread legs.  The nurse roughly pushed a catheter into Sara's pee-hole.  She groaned.  While the nurse drained the last milliliters of Sara’s urine into a collection bag, another nurse attached blood pressure, pulse, and heart rhythm monitors to Sara's chest and arms.  Her bladder drained, the nurse yanked the catheter out as the gallery watched Sara’s face flinch on the overhead monitor.  

The huge overhead video image suddenly split into two, now showing Sara's face to one side of the screen and her shaved pussy to the other. The audience was now aware of the second television camera, which had been positioned to catch an angle between Sara's legs, offering witnesses a full view of the execution procedure.  The worker bees finished, the beautiful blond mom was now ready to die a humiliating death before millions of wealthy home viewers.

Dr. Wexler stepped into the spotlights and began explaining in rather esoteric terms how Mrs. Stahler would suffer and die at his hand. He held up a small cordless device, which he explained was a laser scalpel.  He explained that the procedure would be nearly bloodless because of the scalpel’s instant cauterizing effects.  As Wexler continued to speak with his back to her, Sara could hear him slipping on what sounded like examination gloves, while an execution nurse wheeled in a cart of instruments and positioned them next to her splayed pelvis.  Without a word being said, the nurse assisted Wexler in donning a surgical gown. The two seemed to take their time as the witnesses watched Sara’s tit-tortured chest heave rapidly up and down with deep anxious breaths. 

Sara began to plead and cry “oh god no, no please, please” as Wexler turned and stepped up to her crotch.  His nurse raised the hydraulic table slightly so that Sara’s pussy was readily accessible to the tall doctor’s hands. With her head was propped up on the head rest, Sara was forced to look down between her legs and watch as Wexler held up the scalpel and cruelly made eye contact with her.

Warden Anne Bowden once again stepped into the lights but said nothing.  Dr. Wexler's nurse turned to her and said, in a slightly tense, embarrassed tone, “The condemned prisoner Sara Stahler is fully prepared to be put to death Warden Bowden.”  Though she spoke in a normal voice, within the eerie silence of the execution chamber, most of the witnesses had heard her.  Sara trembled as she wept.

Before addressing the gallery of witnesses, Warden Bowden took one last look at Sara, gazing at the extreme strapped-down positioning of the condemned, her ankles up over her shoulders, her pussy tightly spread wide open.  Bowden glanced at the four executioners and nodded approvingly as if to say "good job", then piercing the silence, she spoke.

“Mrs. Sara Stahler, having been found guilty on multiple capital offenses including murder for profit and capital terrorism, you have been sentenced to suffer death by the surgical removal of your female reproductive organs, both internal and external, including the total removal of your vulva, clitoris, and entire internal vagina, without anesthesia, and with every attempt medically possible to keep you conscious and alive during the procedure.  It is the order of the court that, following the evisceration of your pussy, your abdominal and chest cavity as will be opened and your vital internal organs removed for sale and transplantation.”

The gallery was a bit surprised at the Warden's unprofessional sounding use of the word “pussy" in her pronouncement, but the staff knew it was not a slip of the tongue, but rather an intended final jab at the condemned. They knew she often spoke in slang at executions, and those who had seen her oversee executions at the Men’s facility knew she was a legend there for the way she would say “your cock will be cut off” or “your balls will be sliced open before you are castrated” as she pronounced sentence before death.  Employees mimicked her all the time over this.

"By the authority of the court, I order that this sentence shall be carried out at this time and place by Dr. Alan Wexler.”

With these words Warden Anne Bowden turned and left the floor to join the witnesses. Dr. Wexler held up a pair of surgical pliers and grasped the tip of Sara's clitoris and pulled it is far from her body as he could. She wailed and screamed he began to slowly pass a long hypodermic needle up through her clitoris.  The gallery watched a close-up of the slow act of cruelty on the large wide overhead monitor.  Once the hypodermic needle had been stuck up through  her clit, Wexler took another wider, longer needle and slowly pushed it lengthwise deep into Sara's pee-hole and pushed it through to her G-spot as she flung her head sideways and screamed.

Wexler grasped Sara's clitoris again with the tiny pair of pliers and pulled as hard as he could, crushing it around the needle.  Holding the clit out tight, he picked up a pair of chrome surgical scissors and began to snip away Sara's clitoris, snipping it off in slow, tiny pieces as Sara screamed.  Once the external vestiges of her clitoris were gone, he took a glowing hot cauterizing instrument and burned the stub of her clit.  As the tool sizzled against her most intimate tissue, Sara bucked and wailed, flailing against her restraints.

 Wexler pulled out the G-spot needle and began to slowly, using medical pliers and tiny scissors, snip away at the small inner lips of Sara's pussy. He worked with meticulous precision, as if he were performing a circumcision.  He then used the red-hot tool to burn the area around those tissues as well.

Taking the laser scalpel in hand, Dr. Wexler adjusted it so that the glowing blue blade of light was short, and would only cut about one centimeter deep.  Then, horrifically, Wexler began cutting around Sara's anus, slowly making a circular incision around it.  The screaming from Sara was deafening as the tool burned away her tender asshole.  Attendants in the gallery handed out earplugs, but there were few takers.  Once he was done burning her asshole, Wexler paused a moment to attempt eye contact with the flailing Mrs. Stahler and, with a cruel smile said "your pussy is next."

While Sara mindlessly bucked and flailed in a vain attempt to break free of her leather restraints, Alan Wexler used his laser knife to cut off her smooth pussy lips, very slowly, one at a time. For the witnesses watching the monitor, it wasn't pretty.  A few felt ill and raised their hands for permission to be escorted out, but  as Sara screamed and cried hysterically, Bill and Karen hung in there. 

Sara frantically bucked against the leather restraints to the point of breaking her limbs as Dr. Wexler slowly, cruelly, removed her pussy lips.  The essence of her feminine identity was literally being slowly snipped off as she was forced to watch.

Both Tracy and Diane collapsed to their knees in disbelief as they watched Sara’s unbelievable torture.  The attractive mom bucked so wildly against her restraints it looked as though the straps would break. Few had experienced a sound coming from a human that was higher pitched or more ear piercing.

With Sara still fully conscious Wexler made a deep incision from the top of her pussy up to her belly button. As assistants standing to each side quickly open this flap of belly skin, Dr. Wexler went in and internally began to cut off the base of her vagina from the uterus at the cervix.  That task completed, he returned to begin making a series of deep incisions around her pussy. As Sara wailed and screamed, Dr. Wexler then pulled her entire internal vagina out of her pelvis as if yanking a cork from wine bottle. Several in the audience wet themselves. Three fainted. The screaming was painful to the ears.  The only real part that Sara could move was her head, and she slung it in every direction as she screamed.  

The execution nurses quickly cauterized stray blood vessels on the screaming woman's open pelvis in order to stop bleeding. Wexler, after checking Sara's vital signs on a monitor, stepped on a button on the floor near the base of the table.  Instantly the hydraulic pillar underneath the execution table moved and lifted the condemned into a vertical position, her feet still over her head, the hole of her former pussy dripping blood to the floor. Sara, still conscious and in agony, stared face-to-face with the gallery once again as she now hung strangely almost crucifixion-like before them.

The gallery watched as Wexler began to cut off Sara's small, spread-flat tits, first grabbing each one firmly below the crushed nipple with a pair of surgical pliers. Each breast was then slowly and completely cut off using the laser scalpel. There was little blood. Her pussy and tits cut away, Sara had now lost her scream, and Wexler could see she was losing consciousness.

The only sound in the gallery was the sobbing of Diane and her daughter Tracy, whom guards had forced to watch the procedure.

As blood trickled from her gaping crotch, Mrs. Stahler, barely alive, heaved her chest as she gurgled a faint moan.  Wexler checked her blood pressure and pulse on the monitor and saw both were dropping fast. He turned to an execution technician and signaled that it was time to unstrap Sara and wheel her into the harvest room so that her vital organs could be removed while she was still alive. She was at a prime age for transplant harvest consideration, and Wexler knew her organs were valuable. Dr. Wexler, without saying a final parting word,  walked off into the darkness to change his gloves and smock.

 The staff hurried to move the pussy-less 33-year-old into the refrigerated harvest room where she would be hung from her ankles and soon gutted for transplantation, that is as soon as Wexler could finish with his other duties in the execution theater.  Warden Bowden had ruled that organ harvest was a procedure that was beyond the realm of witnesses, even though some, like Jason, found the procedure of gutting a living human quite interesting.  Still, the process was usually forbidden to the eyes of outsiders because it might possibly bring attention to the government’s lucrative organ sales program which brought in billions of dollars each year.  The government feared that some might question  whether executions were taking place simply to make valuable tissue available for harvest.

While Sara Stahler was unstrapped and taken down, some in the gallery had thought she had gotten off light.  Had it ended too quickly?  Should she have suffered longer?  Couldn’t she have been whipped more before she was put to death?  Others regretted paying so much for the privilege of seeing the attractive mom die.  Still others, Bill and Karen included, sat impatiently, barely able to wait to see the next female taste the strap.     

Technicians lifted Sara's unconscious body and placed it on a gurney. She was not given the final dignity of being covered with a white sheet.  Sara was barely alive but unconscious when an orderly wheeled her from the execution chamber.  The ankle harnesses had been left firmly buckled around her lower calves so that once in the cool, chilly harvest room, cables could be quickly hooked on to her ankles.

A machine sound whirled as Sara’s unconscious body was lifted feet first into the air, her arms dangling down, nearly touching the cool concrete floor beneath her.  The unconscious housewife had felt her last whip.  Soon she would be eviscerated like a piece of recently slaughtered livestock.

Back in the execution theater, the attention turned to Diane Howell.  The warden stepped forward to reminded the witnesses that Diane had agreed to cooperate fully with her punitive punishments in exchange for leniency with regard to her daughter Tracy's method of execution.  The warden clearly spelled out to Diane and the witnesses the terms of the agreement, and what the word "cooperate" implied.  Warden Bowden explained that “cooperate” meant that Diane Howell would hold any position she was instructed. 

"No restraints will be used to hold you in position, Mrs. Howell.  If the guards are required to restrain you during your punitive punishments, or if any lack of cooperation is detected by me or my staff, my offer of leniency to your daughter will be withdrawn.  Do you understand Mrs. Howell?"

Diane's generous feminine form straining to expand beneath the stretchy elastic of the one-piece swimsuit.  Her huge captive tits jiggled slightly as she tearfully nodded “yes ma'am, warden.”

"Very good, Mrs. Howell, you will now face the witness gallery, remove your swimsuit, raise your hands straight above your head, and apologize to the witnesses for your crimes."

Facing the witnesses with her head down in shame, Diane tearfully slipped off the shoulder straps of her maternal-looking one-piece swimsuit, slowly pulling it down to her waist as her huge mellow-like tits plopped out from the stretchy fabric, releasing them downward. Her huge brown, slightly downward pointing nipples contrasted with the pale white skin of her pendulous breasts. Unseen to her, three large, black-as-coal muscular African men stepped into the lights behind Diane.  All three were completely naked, and each appeared to be adorned with the colorful skin painting of an African warrior.  Their embellished black skin glistened in the lights.  Each had the hugest semi-erect cock Karen Schnell had ever seen.