Execution of the Terrorist Housewives

 

Chapter 19  Execution of the Terrorist Housewives

from the pen of award winning S&M imaginist

Jill Crokett

Chapter 19

 

As soon as Diane dropped to her knees to plead to the warden to spare her daughter’s life, guards grabbed her by the shoulders, restraining her as they pulled the pleading naked mom back to her feet.  With a nod from Warden Anne Bowden, a number of execution technicians carried two metal execution crosses out onto the lighted gymnasium floor and began erecting them vertically by sliding them upright into pre-drilled holes in the concrete floor.  The crosses were not normal T-shaped crosses, but were custom built with a short, straight back piece at the middle.  The upper half of the cross was an exaggerated V shape which held the arms out wide and up slightly, and was attached to the top of the short back section which rested on the condemned’s spine. At the bottom of the short back piece two leg sections came off wide to each side, forcing the victim’s legs to spread wide into the splits.  The arms and legs sections of the execution crosses pulled nearly straight out to the sides and angled only slightly.  Multiple restraint belts dangled from various points on the crosses.

 

As guards positioned Diane up against one of the crosses, the warden spoke.

 

"Mrs. Howell, you have failed the test required to grant leniency for your daughter Tracy.  You will now be restrained and forced to witness her execution."

 

With those words guards lifted Diane slightly to align her back with the low mounted cross, then quickly spread her arms out, strapping them wide apart to the upper cross-piece. Diane’s feet were still resting on the floor as they strapped her wrists, elbows and shoulders nearly straight out and slightly upward from her body, firmly bracing her upper extremities against the narrow black steel of the official government execution cross.  A restraint belt was then strapped around Diane's waist, securing her middle to the cross’s center piece. 

 

From the top and bottom of the waist section, or steel center piece, the arms and legs of the cross spread out laterally in a squashed X-shape, with the legs of the cross pulling Diane’s thighs wide apart in opposing directions as the guards strapped them to it.  The cross was mounted so low to the floor that only when her legs were spread open did her feet finally clear the floor by a half meter.

 

To accurately describe the crosses, it should be noted that the arm and leg sections were welded to a short, narrow, straight-up-and-down vertical section of steel which pressed against Diane’s spine from her waist up to her mid-shoulder blades.  Once Diane’s legs were strapped spread open at the lower half of the cross, it was positioned so that it faced Tracy's cross but was also slightly angled toward the gallery as well.

 

Turning to the frightened teenager who was still in the arms of the Africans, Anne Bowden announced "Tracy, by order of the court you will now be put to death in front of your mother.  You'll be strapped down to a modified cross with your legs fully open and outstretched.  In this position the skin of your vulva, your feminine lips,  and all the skin of your buttocks, will be skinned off without anesthetics.  You will be first administered an injection of medication which will keep you alive and fully conscious during this procedure.  At about the same time this procedure occurs, you will also have the skin of your nipples and breasts stripped off.  Following the administration of these punishments, and while you are still fully conscious, you will be eviscerated alive in front of your mother.”

 

"No" Diane screamed at the top of her lungs, “No, no, please be reasonable, she’s only a girl, she’s just a teenager, just tell me what else you want from me, please I’ll do anything.”   Securely strapped wide open to her black steel cross, Diane Howell’s only visible movement was with her head as she pleaded violently, though her huge tits did jiggle as she screamed and flailed her head.  Bill Schnell couldn’t help but notice that, in contrast, Tracy's petit teen tits went completely flat as her arms were spread open to be strapped to her cross. 

 

After her arms and waist were strapped securely to her cross, Tracy’s legs were lifted up from the floor and splayed wide apart in order to position them.  Both Bill Schnell and Jason stared at the teenager’s pussy as it transitioned from a single dark vertical slit to a blossomed orchid as her thighs were opened and strapped to the lower half of the cross.  Tracy's legs were spread so wide Bill could make out not only her clitoris, but he could see the thin inner lips separated from the fat ones too.  Tracy’s legs were strapped open tight in a virtual split which completely exposed and positioned her smooth teen pussy for skinning.

 

Karen Schnell crossed her legs tightly at the site of the young girl’s vulnerability. Karen had to pee quite urgently but did not want to get up and miss anything at this critical point in the execution process. She had waited for months to see her son’s killers die, and she wasn't about to miss it because of a full bladder.  Karen gripped her legs tightly together and hoped she could make it.  Bill Schnell was excited at seeing a real live naked mother and daughter strapped ultra-spread-eagled in front of him.  His dick swelled.

 

The mother-daughter display was so erotic that student intern Jason, who was observing from the back in the gallery, couldn't control himself any longer.  His standing-hard-on dripped into his underwear to the point were he had to quietly excused himself and run, or should I say stagger, to the nearest men's room just down the hall.  Once inside the stall Jason, almost shaking with excitement, nervously unzipped himself and, instantly upon stroking his cock, squirted a three-foot-long come-shot against the white ceramic wall.

 

Jason leaned against the stall wall and relieved himself of copious ejaculate, gently stroking the slick head of his male gland at it pumped out in quick squirts.  organnearly . As he momentarily leaned against the tile porcelain tile exhausted from his intense orgasm, Jason thought he heard the sound of helicopters.  Not a helicopter, but several. Maybe.  He wondered if someone were playing a war movie video in the nearby employee lounge.  Then “No” he thought, “this isn't a recording, there are real helicopters outside.” 

 

For a moment he thought he would check out the noise, but then, he didn't want to miss seeing a 16-year-old girl have her bald pussy skinned alive.  And he didn't know yet what they were going to do with Diane Howell, but the thought of seeing the big tit mature mom naked on a cross excited him much more than seeing some helicopters.  As he made his way down the hall from the toilet Jason glimpsed out of one of the few windows in the building to see about a dozen military looking helicopters landing at the facility’s private government airstrip.  Jason thought it was strange because he had only seen the airstrip used by jets in the past.

 

As Jason quietly reentered the witness gallery, the Warden was speaking.

 

"Tracy, before your are put to death today by live skinning, as a further punitive measure you'll now receive 50 strokes with the cane across your bottom, then a further 50 strokes of the leather strap to your pussy."

 

It was more than Diane Howell could endure.  As she hung on her cross facing her daughter, her huge tits jiggled to her sobs.  With her legs spread unbelievably wide, bits of rape cum dribbled from her shaved pussy. 

 

As Jason took one of the few vacant seats in the back, Warden Bowden herself was handed a slim, long hardwood cane.  As he sat down Jason's attention was suddenly drawn toward the shrill whistling noise of Ann Bowden's practice strokes.  While the young college intern took his seat he kept his eyes focused on Bowden, who was now aligning her stance with Tracy, using the cane much like a golfer uses the driver to align her stroke, standing to one side and holding the cane out at an arm's-length across Tracy’s buttocks. 

 

There was no counting as the cane came down fast and hard on Tracy's bare butt.  Jason began to grow hard again as he heard the 16-year-old screech and howl at the top of her lungs as the cane made sharp red marks across both cheeks of her bottom.  Ann Bowden cruelly lined up the cane so the strokes would touch both cheeks of Tracy's buttocks and also mark across her smooth shaved labia in the same stroke.  Young Tracy flailed uncontrollably at the rapid fire caning. Diane only looked on and sobbed, her tears showering her mammoth tits.

 

20 strokes, 30 strokes, 40 strokes passed as the cane marked the young girl entirely across her bottom up and down from her waist to her knees.  At about 35 strokes Tracy could not scream but was only gasping for breath.  Warden Bowden dropped the cane to the floor at the 50th stroke and turned to accept a Canadian strap from a female assistant.  She repositioned herself as she lifted to the strap to take the first hard stroke across the teenagers bare girl sex.

 

Inside the witness gallery no one had heard the helicopters outside.  Any noise had been subdued by the screaming of a mother and daughter inside.  It didn’t take long before Tracy’s near-Virgin pussy was raw from the flashing velocity of the short leather strap.  Bowden rapid strap strokes quickly reached a count of 30, and at that point she rested her arm and gave the audience a chance to savor the stereo of sobs from the mother and daughter.  Bowden had no idea that at that very moment the main corps of her perimeter security guards was being lined up outside the main gate and separated into groups of male and female.  The guards, whose focus was on keeping people inside the prison, had been overcome just minutes earlier by heavily alarmed paramilitary operatives with automatic weapons.  The officer of the watch at the prison main gate lay dead, and the guards were being stripped of their weapons and handcuffed.

 

In the gallery Bill Schnell’s dripping cock could not contain itself anymore.  He whispered his wife that he was going to the restroom. 

 

"I'll go with you too" Karen whispered back to him, her on the labia slick with juices and her bladder bursting as well.  As the two quietly exited the back in the darkened gallery bleachers teenage Tracy was screaming cries of death as her wide opened clit received its 50th stroke of the strap.

 

As Bill Schnell pushed the men's room door open his wife looked both ways down the hall to see that no one was watching, then quietly slipped into the men's room behind him.  Without saying a word Karen reached around Bills pants felt how rock hard he was through his pants.  No words were exchanged as the husband and wife entered the handicapped toilet stall and closed the door as she unbuckled and unzipped him and dropped his pants.  Karen knelt and sucked Bill into her mouth.  It only took him a moment for his dripping slick cock to squirt load after load down Karen's swallowing throat.  She hungrily milked every drop. 

 

"I want you Bill, I want you to fuck me hard as soon as we get back to the hotel, please."  Without answering Bill unsnapped Karen's black dress slacks and unzipped them, quickly sliding his hand underneath her panties.  Finding her soaking wet Bill proceeded to strip is wife completely naked in the men's room stall, removing her slacks, panties, top, bra, everything.  He then massaged her clit until she shivered with had a standing orgasm.  As she was coming Bill whispered "Honey, when we get back to the hotel, I’m going to shave your pussy again and then going to spank you hard before I fuck you."

 

"Yes, yes I need that Bill"  Karen breathed her reply.

 

In the execution chamber, at the count of 50 Anne Bowden stopped briefly with the belt, only to turn back and apply a dozen more cruel strokes to Tracy's pussy.  Both mother and daughter sobbed and gasped for breath as they hung on the modified crosses with their arms and legs spread straight out to their sides. 

 

As soon as the last stroke was rendered, female execution technicians began buckling extra restraints on Tracy, adding one each to the extreme upper thigh, and firmly retightening the waist strap.

   

Stepping away from the teenager girl and facing the gallery, Warden Anne Bowden announced "Condemned prisoner Tracy Howell will now be put to death by live skinning of her female sex, followed by slow evisceration. Her vital organs have already been auctioned and will momentarily be flown to the purchasing transplant center."

 

Diane Howell tried to scream as she stared at her daughter, but her weeping expression of horror was strangely silent. Tracy gasped enough breath to moan “Mamma.”