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Sasha Hu and Vivienne Wei, sit in their cells on death row in Folsom’s main prison (Sasha’s husband Winston Sterzel, better known as Serpentza, lived in Los Angeles). Both women, who were originally from China, are in their thirties and as they exercise regularly, they still have good figures. Sasha and Vivienne is a brown eyed black hair with yellow skin. Both wear their hair long. They are wearing standard prison uniforms of striped tops and knee length denim skirts. They are barelegged and have simple sandals on their feet
After the events in hometown of Vivienne husband Matthew Tye, aka Laowai86, in New York a month earlier the outcome of their trial had never been in doubt. Guilty on all counts. Sentence – death. Unusually, much to everyone’s surprise the method of execution wasn’t mentioned at the sentencing. Both women had their appeals against conviction and sentence denied and they are due to be put to death tomorrow.
The prisoners look up as the guards enter their cells. Sasha jumps to her feet and protests “I thought we were going to be executed tomorrow not today”. Don’t worry Sasha”, replies the senior guard “We are just taking Vivienne and you to see the Governor”.
Both women have their hands cuffed and their ankles shackled and are led shuffling to the Governor’s office. When they get to the office the senior guard knocks on the door “Bring them in”, instructs the Governor. He sits back in his chair and motions for Sasha and Vivienne to sit down in the two chairs on the opposite side of the desk. “Well ladies I have some news for you”, hope briefly flares in the prisoners’ faces which quickly disappears as he continues. “No your appeals have been denied and the convictions and sentence confirmed. The news concerns your method of execution.”
“I assumed we would be given lethal injection as is normal in your vile country” says Vivienne. Both prisoners had been forced to watch a TV recording of the hanging of their husbands in New York and had at least had the consolation of thinking that at least they weren’t going to die like that. “I’m afraid not Sasha”. He continues “Have either of you heard of “La Senorita De Muerte”. They both shake their heads “It translates roughly as “The lady of death”. Sasha and Vivienne begin to feel even more frightened than they already are. The Governor continues. In the days when we were a Spanish colony it was the name given to the method of execution used in those days. Another name it had was the “Garotte Vil”. At this both Sasha and Vivienne jerk bolt up in their seats, their cuffed hands going involuntarily to their necks. “You mean to say that you are going to garotte us!”, gasps Sasha.
Vivienne protests “You can’t do that! It’s barbaric. It must be illegal! Oh God it must be! The Governor replies, “Up until yesterday it was illegal. However, the President has issued an executive order re-instating the garotte as a method of execution that can be used in exceptionally serious cases. Cases like yours. You see the President thought it unjust that while it took your husband and his friend 15 minutes to slowly strangle to death on gallows you should only suffer the instant death of being shot by a firing squad. After all ladies you were part of the gang. You can be sure that this will prove very popular with the public as they are sick and tired of the death and misery being caused by the narcotics people like you cause to be peddled on our streets. The executions will be carried out at mid-day tomorrow. That will be all”. Too shocked and stunned to speak Sasha and Vivienne are led from the Governor’s office and back to death row
As arranged Holly Wilson and Amanda Brown meet for lunch that same day. The reporter looks delicious in a blue blouse and flared white mini skirt. Her long brown slender legs are bare. The police officer is as ever in her dress white uniform. They greet each other with a hug and a kiss, that is not entirely platonic. Once they are seated at their table Holly says, “Amanda you must tell me about the trial. I was furious to have missed it but the network insisted that I go to Columbia to cover the earthquake there instead”.
Amanda replies “Well Holly. It wasn’t nearly as entertaining as the one in New York. Both Vivienne Wei and Sasha Hu seemed to be resigned to their fates though they did shed some tears when they were sentenced to death. The one thing that has been intriguing everyone is the method of execution that is to be used”.
The reporter looks puzzled “I thought the standard method of execution in the United States was death by firing squad”. The police officer replies “Up until yesterday that was the case however the President has issued an executive order re-instating the “Garotte Vil” as a method of execution that may be used in some serious cases. Sasha and Vivienne are going to be garroted. On hearing this the reporter is aware of the moistness spontaneously beginning to ooze from her pussy into her panties. She looks into the police officer’s eyes and smiles, “I understand that the authorities have gone out of their way to ensure that both the Chinese authorities and media are to have front row seats at the executions. I suppose we had better take along our little Japanese friends”. The both chuckle in anticipatory delight
Sasha and Vivienne sit waiting in their cells. Both women wear identical prison smock.] They had each declined the offer of the attentions of a priest. The Governor enters Sasha’s cell accompanied by two guards. He says simply “It’s time.”
At that, the condemned woman uttered an agonized moan and very nearly fainted as the guards each take each of her arms and lead her from the cell and down the corridor towards the door leading to the execution chamber.
“Please. Please. Don’t do this. It won’t happen again. Please let me go home to my family. I don’t want to die. Please.” The woman continued to plead for her life between sobs the entire walk down the hallway. Vivienne watches them go; her hand goes to her slim neck and she too begins to sob in terror.
Within a few moments, the entourage reached the entrance to the killing chamber. They stopped momentarily while last rites were completed. Then the chaplain backed away. He would not accompany the victim into the chamber, but would remain outside in the gallery until the end.
Holly and Amanda sit in the front row of the cordoned off spectators’ seats. The blonde reporter wears a smart black suit with knee length skirt and pantyhose. The police commander as usual is wearing her white uniform. Twelve feet in front of them sits “La Senorita De Muerte”. The “Lady of death” is essentially a chair constructed using seasoned oak four by fours and bolted securely to the floor. Leather straps dangle down from the arm rests and a metal collar, so constructed that it can be made smaller in circumference by turning a stout butterfly screw in back, is fixed to the top of the back rest. In the room, the executioner was ready. He had his leather uniform on. It is the executioner’s job to turn this large butterfly screw between thumb and forefinger, slowly strangling the prisoner. Amanda leans across to Holly and whispers, “Have you brought your little Geisha friends with you?”. The reporter whispers back, “Of course. Have you?”. The police officer nods and the women exchange knowing smiles.
The prison staffers who had been with the woman for the past hour entered the death chamber first. They were followed by the condemned and two more staffers, who were leading her into the chamber. The final person to enter the chamber was the warden. When Sasha sees “La Senorita De Muerte” she almost collapses pleading piteously “No! No! Please No! You can’t do this to me! You can’t”. The guards have to drag and almost carry the shaking, terrified woman to the garotte and place her in it. One of them removed the robe, leaving the victim once again totally nude. Two of the staffers strapped her wrists and elbows to the wooden arm rests and then stands back leaving the condemned woman crying and shaking firmly in the grip of the “Lady of death”
The prison staffers led to the gurney. They quickly turned her around and held her against the upright table. The executioner straps the prisoner’s wrists to the handles and the other two strapped her ankles to the footholds. Once they were satisfied, she was secure, they lifted the table and moved it into the level position. The table rolled easily into place and locked down with an audible clunk.
The staffers, their tasks completed, left the chamber. The warden approached the woman, now frightened into silence. She lay staring at the ceiling. Her hands shook on the handles and the tissue paper just beneath her dampened as she perspired.
The Governor takes a piece of paper from his pocket and starts to read. “[Sasha Hu you have been tried and duly convicted of trafficking illegal immigrants into the country. For this crime you have been sentenced to death by strangulation on the garotte. By the powers vested in me by this state, it is my sworn duty to inform you that this sentence is now to be carried out. Are you prepared now to accept this sentence of death?” Sasha sobs, “No! No! Please dear God have mercy!” Her breaths were shallow and rapid. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, a fact not altogether unnoticed by the warden.
“I’m afraid that is beyond my control, but I can assure you that we will not allow you to suffer one second longer than necessary. Do you have anything you would like to say before we commence the execution?”
Sasha looked up tearfully, her face was very pale, and her lips trembling. "Please...please, your honor", she began, I'm innocent. Make them listen", she said as she nodded at the crowd. The Governor looked at the trembling figure, "Miss, there is just too much proof against you", he said, "you should have considered the consequences of your actions. This jury has found you guilty of depriving our people of jobs with flooding this nation with illegal immigrants, you claim innocence, but the facts are plain. You abused public trust for personal gain, you scoffed at your marriage vows, you’re an unfit mother and you are not wanted in our society."
The Governor looks at the executioner and says, “Let the sentence commence. May God have mercy on your soul.” The masked man goes and stands behind the wooden chair and places the collar around the prisoner’s neck. Sasha gasps and her eyes grow large as she feels the cold metal on her skin.
The warden turned and left the chamber.
The executioner then begins to slowly turn the butterfly screw. As she feels the collar begin to tighten round her throat the prisoner begins to scream in ear-splitting mindless terror. As pressure from the collar slowly but inexorably increases on her neck Sasha’s shrieks take on a rasping breath and gradually reduce to squeaks as she futilely gasps for air
Initially Sasha The watching men laughed, some of them applauded. They knew what had happened. They also knew that the show was nearly over.
Holly and Amanda sit directly in front of the garotte and have ringside view of the execution. Two minutes in, delirious with pain and starving for oxygen, Sasha’s knees had been pressed together in instinctive modesty when she was placed in the wooden seat but as the strangling collar tightens round her neck she felt an increasing energy build up in her loins an erotic energy which finally exploded into a powerful orgasm causing her to buck, heave and kick wildly, heels banging against the bottom of the chair in a series of thrusts as the pleasure, mixed with pain, swept over her. Every part of her body that isn’t secured to the chair is in motion... The reporter and the police woman can see right up the doomed woman’s tight smoothly shaved, longish pussy lips. Her bald slit was only topped with a close-cropped patch of black pubes right above it. Their right hands are plunged deep inside the cut-out pockets in their skirts and they slowly rub their crotches through their underwear. Holly can feel her orgasm getting close.
Sasha’s face is beginning to turn red and then took on an increasingly crimson color as blood pooled above the metal collar. The executioner had been instructed to ensure that the executions take at least 10 minutes so that all who see the TV pictures of them fully appreciate the truly terrible fate that awaits them if they try to commit the smallest of crimes in the United States. The masked man watches the clock on the wall and when ten minutes have elapsed from when he first started to turn the butterfly screw, he gives it one last twist and stands back. As her throat is totally crushed the prisoner’s body stiffens and tenses and she appears to try and stand up.
After her orgasm, Sasha largely gave up her struggles, as total exhaustion set in.. Her breasts bounced and her chest heaved vainly as she tried to breath. Her hands continued to work at the ropes binding her wrists and her eyes slowly emerge from their sockets but still conscious and perceiving. About three and a half minutes into her hanging she seemed to find a last reserve of strength and kicked wildly for a few seconds and then hung from the noose limply and waited for the end. She lost bowl and bladder control and then shit and pissed to the floor beneath her, mingling with the blood and semen. Only her eyes fluttering open and closed and a slight heaving of her pert little breasts as her lungs attempted to fill themselves, indicated that she was conscious. Her face turned from a crimson to a deep red-purple and her tongue began to poke out from a gaping mouth as a stream of drool dripped from her chin. Her face was not lovely any more.
After all movement stopped the Governor lit a cigarette and walking to where she hung, pressed the lit end of the cigarette against her left nipple. She shuttered and her feet fluttered momentarily. She was still alive, and barely conscious. Even if she had been cut down at that moment, she would almost certainly have been brain dead. At four and a half minutes into her hanging the Governor applied the cigarette to her right nipple. Then suddenly it is over. Sasha slumps down in the chair, face now almost purple, eyes bulging as if on stalks and her tongue swollen and puffed protrudes from her drooling mouth. There was no response.
Holly panties flood as she comes. She bites her free hand to stop herself groaning in pleasure. Amanda also climaxes, but as she has had lot more practice at concealing her public orgasms the only signs of her excited condition are a reddening of her complexion, as if she is blushing, and a slight increase in her rate of breathing
The Governor moves to the center of the execution chamber “The next execution will take place in an hour. If you could all leave for now. At the end of the corridor there is a rest room that has been prepared. Refreshments are being provided”. In silence, the spectators leave the death room.
In her cell, watched by the two guards who sit with her, Sasha Hu hugs herself, rocking gently back and forwards in her seat crying quietly. After the door closed behind Vivienne Wei and those leading her to her death all had been silent until Sasha’s blood curdling screams rent the air. On hearing them Vivienne had looked up in horror and tried to cover her ears, however she couldn’t close out the terrible noises entirely. As the shrieking subsided and finally disappeared Vivienne dropped her hands from her ears.
The silence didn’t last for very long as what sounded like someone banging on wood came from the death chamber. Dreading the answer, the prisoner asked the senior guard “What is that noise?”, she gasps hoarsely. The guard replied stonily, the prisoner’s heels kicking against the bottom of “The lady of death” as she is slowly strangled”. Vivienne stared at the guard speechless with horror and terror.
The spectators re-enter the death chamber and Holly and Amanda retake their seats. Sasha’s body has been removed and taken to the medical wing for autopsy as required by law. After that, her body will be auctioned off as a sex toy for the wealthy elite. Failing that, her organs will be removed for harvesting.]
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The room quietens as the second condemned woman is brought in. Vivienne’s eyes widen, she gasps and stops when the instrument that was going to send her to death, comes into view.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. No. Please! Please don’t kill me.” The guards gently push her and she is taken to the “Lady of death” and strapped in. As the sentence is read she screamed again even louder and continued to plead for mercy. Like Sasha before her Vivienne gasps as the cold metal collar goes round her neck
He tried not to stare at the woman’s lithe, nude body as he waited, but he felt his penis begin to swell. Her vaginal area, freshly shaved, looked so inviting. In spite of himself, he briefly rubbed against her leg. She felt good to him, even in her terrified state.
The reporter and the police woman wriggle slightly in their seats as their hands hidden by their skirts burrow inside their panties and they begin to play with their clits. The Geisha balls are already making their pussies very wet
The executioner starts to turn the screw and the prisoner’s eyes widen in shock as she feels the metal collar begin to constrict her neck. Vivienne starts to breathe rapidly as the strangling ring of metal tightens around her throat. After a minute she starts to struggle, writhe and kick frantically exposing the pussy lips and her cuffed hands behind her back clenched and unclenched repeatedly, twisting and turning to try and get out of the cuffs. Her fine breasts bounced and jiggled like Jello.
Vivienne’s head started rolling back and forth immediately, but unlike Sasha whose tongue had protruded instantly, Vivienne’s teeth were clenched and her face was a twisted rictus of pain.
Again, the masked executioner prolongs the condemned woman’s agony for 10 minutes before tightening the screw to its fullest extent. She started to urinate as a trickle of liquid came from her pussy running down her legs, if anyone was paying close attention you can see some it was a little thicker and stuck to her legs. She grew weaker and weaker before Vivienne’s struggles cease settling down after maybe five minutes and the long, slow writhe of agony of her death is etched into her horribly distorted features.
Holly and Amanda come again and they both sigh in deep satisfaction. Mr. Wong was satisfied. Hoses were used to clean up the execution room and it was prepared for the victim of the next day: two sisters of 18 and 20 years who had brutally murdered her parents. The spectators leave the execution chamber and once they are outside the prison the reporter turns to the police officer and says “Amanda would you like to come to my room where we can watch the raw footage of the executions on my laptop before it is edited. The network will have sent it to me immediately after the proceedings had finished.” Amanda smiles wickedly at Holly, “I would like that very much Holly.” With that they hail a taxi and head for the reporter’s hotel. As they sit in the back of the cab the police woman leans across and squeezes the reporter’s thigh through her skirt. Their eyes meet and they grin in anticipation at each other
Ralph, the coroner, was there waiting pacing impatiently in the mortuary. In route to the morgue; the young morgue attendant notified that he had two bodies in the van. as the hearse pulled into the carport. Two stainless steel autopsy tables were made available and the two body bags were brought in and placed on the tables. The body bags were unzipped and a toe tag was placed on the big toe of each female corpse. The morgue attendant assisted Ralph in removing Sasha’s corpse from the body bag. He certainly hadn’t seen many as beautiful as this in the short time he had been working there. Then Vivienne’s corpse was removed from the bag and determined that no autopsy was necessary.
Ralph had discussed with the doctor who had pronounced each of the victim dead at the scene as to the circumstances surrounding her death since the cause of death of each was easily ascertained. No since carving up bodies like these when it wasn’t necessary. He was late for a Sunday evening dinner party his wife was giving at their home and he wanted to make this quick.
Ian the young morgue attendant now had the task of preparing the two bodies for the cooler until they were released. The coroner now left for the party.
The morgue attendant tonight was Ian Miles Cheong. Normally Ralph Wills would have been with him; but Ralph had asked for vacation this week end and everyone figured Ian could handle it alone.
Now Sasha lay in the preparation room just behind a door. He was alone at the mortuary and watched the coroner pull out of the parking lot. “I’m back” he said, to no response from the girl. He went into the room just to look at two sexy, naked girls again from top to bottom, their cold breasts still perky and inviting. Ian couldn’t believe this. Two beautiful nude dead women lying in front of him.
Ian wanted a better look this young lady. Actually, he wanted more than a look! He wanted to fuck her young dead body. He had just recently broken up with his girlfriend Amy and was more than a little bit horny. He struggled to purge that from his mind. He remembered about a month ago when a 35-year-old woman who was killed in a motorcycle accident was brought in. He could hardly stand it when he stripped her and smelled the aroma of her dead pussy. It drove him wild but Ralph was present and he couldn't do anything about his lust.
He looked closely at her face, the shine had gone from her makeup when the skin below it died. Asleep. Little girl's asleep. Except for the awful whiteness. Dead whiteness. Her small breasts had remained perky and defiant, too small, not enough flesh to succumb to gravity’s pull. Her legs shapely and straight out. The dark bush of hair at her groin, seductive, sexy. Her second set of lips, pink, inviting.
Ian could smell the aroma of her dead pussy and he had to have some. It had been awhile since he had any pussy, and even that was with a cheap hooker that whined. This would now be on his terms. No movement, no talking, no throwing up, and most of all no negotiations. With fumbling fingers born of this extraordinary experience he unfastened his trousers. His dick went to full alert as he was finally able to get the waistband down and pulled out his throbbing cock through the flap of his pants and boxer shorts.
Ian clambered onto the slab, his large body looming over Sasha’s body and began caressing her dead body, whispering quietly in her ear. "You must meet an officer," he said to Sasha, "because Private Schultz is standing at attention." Her nipples, hard as stone, exasperated him to madness, but he decided to go on with the "stimulation" anyway.
He pulled Sasha's feet wider apart, he positioned himself on the table between her legs and buried his nose in her open cunt. He began to lick and suck on her dead clit and soon had his tongue as far in her crevice as he could get it, but that didn't matter. Such things as morality, public opinion, perversion and the like disappeared: there was only Ian and Sasha. There was love. Ian alternately caressed her sexy tits with his hands as continued to eat her. The lady gave no protest as he worked inside her hairy pussy. Once he had properly lubed her; Ian got back on Sasha and the engorged penis, a healthy eight inches, upright, massively erect, slowly probed the puckered entrance to paradise, even carefully, the way one enters virgins or those who one loves.
The girl who had only been dead a couple hours still held a slight warmness to her, still wet from her excitement as Ian began to slowly fuck her corpse just as if she were his lover. He caressed her face and gave her a kiss on the lips as he thrust deep into her unresisting slit full of his big hard dick. His mouth was by her face, his breath fluttered her hair. His action was slow and methodical. Ian took his time since he didn't have to worry about being reported by Sasha. Her pussy was tight and seemed to be grabbing at his dick on each stroke when he exited and was still quite moist from her earlier vaginal secretions. As Ian thrust himself into Sasha there was a sucking sound due to the mucus and secretions in her vagina. Inside, Sasha was still very wet but, not surprisingly, quite unresponsive. Her breasts flattened and her head rocked back and forth almost as if she was alive. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, “oh, you are so perfect.” Ian said to Sasha, then he sucked on her erect nipples. He increased his tempo and the slurping sound of his thrusting’s was getting too much for him. Ian noticed that the rocking and bumping of Sasha’s head had caused her eyes to open slightly with a vacant half lidded stare, he looked at the girl’s dead gaze and wondered how she would feel about the situation.
Mrs. Sasha Hu, who had enjoyed sex so much with her husband years ago, was being post-mortally fucked by Ian. After all he had a lot of sexless years to make up for! Oh yes, this was the right job. It was all more than worth it in the end.
He didn't last long, Ian brought himself to a climax and soon his body stiffened and then jerked several times as wave after wave of sticky cum was shooting deep into Sasha’s pussy. Ian collapsed momentarily on top of her body holding her cooling form and then withdrew his deflating organ from the corpse and let out a heavy sigh of relief before rolling off of the slab. He kissed her deep and long on the lips and was sad that there could be no response.
When Ian came, he shouted with joy, "You love me! You do!" He knew he was insane of course. Mad as a fucking meat axe.
Just then he just laid there on top of her breathing hard, suddenly there was noise and just as he was about to cum once again hands grabbed his shoulders and suddenly there was loud voices over in his ears.
When the guard (who had heard the shouting) arrived, he found quite a sight. Ian was roughly pulled from the silent woman still lying on the metal table. He fought with the man, who was trying to subdue a now incoherent person.
His dick felt suddenly cold and vulnerable as the cool air hit it, making it shrivel into a little wrinkled thing.
The guard called the police and the ambulance, and then vomited his lunch all over the floor. People were everywhere and he was naked and put his hands in front of his crotch. Then he couldn't even do that.
Ian would not part with the dead body, he would kiss it and laugh in a strange way. He resisted violently when they finally took it away from him. He was grabbed and his wrists were pulled behind his back and handcuffed. His pants were still off and his dick was still hanging out in the open. He could still feel the juices drying on it and his heart pounded in his chest at the memory of what he'd just done. Then finally he calmed down and burst into tears.
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The bodies were auctioned at an exclusive club to a wealthy benefactor (Alex Jones)] who liked fresh dead women; then after that, was shipped off to a secret landfill site unceremoniously with all the other cremated inmates. Sasha’s family in China tried to sue the state but since there was not evidence of any paperwork the case was dropped.
Ian didn't stay long in the sanatorium. After a year or so he hanged himself, leaving a note, which read lots of romantic poetry about love that's given by the Almighty, and only he had the right to take it away. He also wrote he was going to see his beautiful Sasha.
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Story credits; ‘the Execution of Maree Jo’ by Arnieboy, The Warden's Tale by akyan, I'm Innocent! By Jeanine M. Benson, The Morgue Chronicles by John AR, Death of a Cheerleader, The Hanging of Eva by GM, A Fatal Association and Honeymoon Tragedy by TLeg Man, Dead Love is Still Love by Sombre Angel, The Privileges of Power and Bad Day at the Office by Megan Kelly and A Star Gazer's Surprise by Tina Moon -->
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