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Laura's Execution
by Blake Sinclair (address withheld)
***
A beautiful girl is caught wearing tights and sentenced
to a very painful execution - to have her legs sawed
off. (MF, nc, rp, v, bd, tor, mutil, sn)
***
THE AUTHOR OF THIS PIECE DOES NOT CONDONE VIOLENCE,
RAPE OR MURDER: The following is a work of
erotic/sadistic fantasy set in a world in which women
are disposable sex objects that exist solely for the
pleasure of men. It contains themes of extreme sexism,
misogyny, torture, rape, mutilation, dismemberment,
murder, execution and male supremacy over women. I
cannot stress enough that this is STRICTLY FICTITIOUS
and in no way reflects my own views or opinions towards
women. Under no circumstances should the violent
situations of this story be re-enacted in any way.
ALWAYS practice safe sex with consenting partners of a
legal age.
The characters in this story are fictitious and any
similarities between any persons living or dead are
purely coincidental.
If you are easily offended by the themes I have
described above then please read no further. If you are
unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality and
your actions are in any way likely to be influenced by
these fictional events then you are not the sort of
person that I want reading my work and you should
commit suicide before an innocent person gets hurt
because of your sick and perverted persuasions.
For those who enjoy gratuitous sadistic erotica in the
extreme and realise that this is nothing but fantasy,
please read on...
***
Laura's Execution
(The very sexy execution of a beautiful girl - simply
for wearing tights)
Part 1: A Cruel Sentence
Laura's trial lasted less than five minutes. Her name
and age were read out for her to confirm followed by
the charge of preemptively resisting rape to which she
pleaded not guilty.
The judge looked Laura up and down savouring the look
of terror in her luminous brown eyes and leered at her
ample cleavage and finally took in her long luscious
smooth nylon encased legs.
"The accused will lift up her skirt before I consider
my verdict." the judge decreed. Laura didn't
understand. Not only had nobody tried to rape her but
she had never heard of such an offence as preemptively
resisting rape. She didn't even know what preemptively
meant.
One thing Laura did know was that very few girls as
beautiful as she was lived past the age of eighteen.
Only last week two of her school friends had been
executed for sedition against the state. Claire had
said that girls should be allowed to wear trousers
regardless of how nice their legs were and Kerry had
been found in possession of subversive literature about
how the death penalty shouldn't apply to girls only. It
was generally believed that the evidence had been
planted on Kerry by a jealous ex-boyfriend but the
judge had taken one look at Kerry's subtle young
teenage body and imposed the death penalty.
Laura's mind returned to the present, she didn't
understand the point behind judge's order to lift her
skirt but she was too frightened not to comply. She
raised the hem of her denim skirt which barely covered
her taut well toned buttocks. The judge leered even
closer at the sight of a black thong prominently
showing behind the ultra-fine nylon of her tights.
"Guilty on all counts." called the judge. "Laura Smith,
I hereby sentence your legs to be sawed off whilst you
are still alive. Sentence to be carried out within
twenty four hours. Take her down."
Laura screamed on hearing the sentence "No! Please!
Nobody tried to rape me!" she cried "I swear it."
"Had you been listening, Miss Smith," said the judge
trying to keep the excitement out of his voice, "you
would have heard that the charge against you was that
of preemptively resisting rape. A statute passed by
parliament two days ago clearly forbids young women
between the ages of fifteen and twenty one from
concealing their vaginas in any way shape or form. By
wearing tights and knickers you have attempted to
prevent yourself from being raped. Therefore the
sentence is death."
Fear gripped Laura as she was led from the courtroom.
All she could think was that she was going to die
simply because she wore tights today.
* * *
The journey to the execution centre was short. In the
back of the security van Laura sobbed uncontrollably as
the judges words repeated themselves over and over in
her head: "Laura Smith, I hereby sentence your legs to
be sawed off whilst you are still alive." She had read
about executions like this in magazines and in the
papers and had even been quite aroused by them. She
recalled one instance in which a girl's legs had been
sawed off because she had refused to have sex with her
teacher. Laura had read the article time and again
while she fingered herself until she had the greatest
orgasm she had ever given herself. She wondered if many
boys and girls would enjoy hearing about her execution
as much. Her arch rival in school, Jenny, certainly
would.
When the van stopped Laura was escorted by a female
guard in a black short skirt and high heeled boots
across a wide courtyard behind fifty feet high walls.
She could barely walk in her high heels on the rough
stone ground.
The guard escorting her stopped at an iron reinforced
door, produced a key from her belt and opened the door
and ushered Laura inside.
At a reception desk a young female officer sat with her
head looking down and moaning softly.
"Oh yes." she sighed "Don't stop!" she screamed in
ecstasy then resigned herself to a calmer disposition.
She looked up at her colleague and Laura.
"This one's to be executed within twenty four hours."
said Laura's escort as she handed the court order to
the officer behind the desk.
The officer studied it for a second. "Very well. No
point in assigning her a cell. Just get her stripped
and take her to the pre-execution area." Laura began to
cry again.
For the first time she could see a blonde girl about
her age kneeling between the reception officer's legs.
The officer looked down at the girl then up at Laura's
guard. "See that this one's executed will you. I'm not
satisfied with her performance."
"No. Nooo!" screamed the girl "Please! Let me try
again! Please let me try again!"
The officer looked at Laura and smiled wickedly "Saw
off her legs." she ordered. "And take our lovely new
arrival to watch so she knows exactly what's going to
happen to her." Laura was so frightened that she felt
herself cum. She didn't understand why but she knew
that despite the fear that she felt gripping her, this
was also exciting her. So was the sight of the
screaming blonde girl being dragged along the corridor
which displayed the sign "EXECUTIONS".
* * *
Laura was quickly stripped and the guard took obvious
pleasure in groping her soft young body. Her clothes
were immediately incinerated except for her knickers
and tights which the guard said would be catalogued as
evidence of her crime in case anybody contested her
sentence. They were still wet with her cum and
therefore contained her DNA so the evidence was beyond
reproach.
Only Laura's high heels were spared the incinerator.
The guard then handed Laura a pair of black stockings
and ordered her to put them on.
"Why?" asked Laura terrified.
"Officially black stockings mark you as a girl who is
about to be executed." Said the guard "The truth is
that the executioner likes girls to wear them while
he's cutting their legs off."
Laura nearly fainted. "E-Executioner?" she stammered.
"I-I thought that it was a machine."
"No." said the guard "It's all done by manually. It's
more cost effective and it's more painful for you. It's
quite straightforward really: We take you to the Death
Chamber were you can if you want to, beg the
executioner for a quick death. Then we tie you down and
the executioner saws off your legs. He can if he wants
to cut off anything else as well." She gave Laura's
pert tits and small pointed nipples an impressed
glance. Laura fell to her knees screaming "Please!" she
screamed "I can't do this! Please don't kill me. I
didn't do anything."
"Covering your cunt is punishable by death." Said the
guard "And you've been found guilty and sentenced
accordingly. Now put those stockings on. Your legs are
going to be sawed off, there's nothing you can do about
that but you can at least make them look as sexy as
possible."
With almost uncontrollable trembling hands, Laura
pulled the beautiful silky smooth stockings up her
perfectly shaped legs. She couldn't resist stroking her
legs encased in the luxurious material. Secretly,
through all her fear and terror she had never felt
sexier.
Part 2: A Very Sexy Death
Laura could hear the screams of a girl as she was
escorted down the corridor signposted Executions.
There were only two doors at the end of the corridor,
one to the right and the other straight ahead which was
were she was being walked towards.
It was from this room that she could hear the girl's
screams.
The guard opened the door and Laura froze at the sight
which greeted her. In the middle of the floor was an
"X" shaped frame with the pretty blonde girl Laura had
seen earlier tied to it. Her arms were outstretched and
her legs were spread painfully wide. Like Laura, the
girl had been forced to wear the black stockings and
high heels of a condemned girl.
Beyond the sight of the girl on the torture apparatus
Laura saw the most horrific sight yet: Girls, naked but
for sheer stockings and white high heels were busy
sorting body parts! Legs, tits and cunts were all being
cleaned of blood and catalogued. The legs had clean
stockings and high heels put on them and were placed
into boxes labelled "Public Gallery". tits were paired
up and similarly stored. Laura could hear the sobs of
the girls as they were forced to work. Lastly her eyes
gazed upon another group of girls who were being forced
to apply make up to decapitated girls' heads. Laura
tried to force the image of her own body parts being
processed out of her head.
Laura was so preoccupied by the gruesome sight that she
did not notice the appearance of a tall muscular man.
He was naked and Laura couldn't help but be impressed
by the size of his hard cock. So too it seemed was the
guard. "Doesn't that ever go down?" she asked with a
smutty laugh.
"Never gets a chance to." he answered returning her
smile.
"We've got a resisting rape case here. She was caught
in public wearing knickers and tights." The guard said
indicating Laura.
"What about this one here?" asked the man.
"She didn't satisfy an officer with her tongue. Anyway,
'Miss To Good To Be Raped' is going to watch you cut
Barbie's legs off so she can be even more frightened."
The girl in the restraints screamed again.
* * *
The executioner considered the terrified girl for a
moment then looked over to Laura. "What shall I do with
her first?" he asked her.
Laura was unsure what to say, she was staring at the
executioner's huge erection. More and more she wanted
to touch his hard cock, feel it inside her, even taste
it in her mouth.
"I don't know." she said with her eyes filling with
tears.
"Please! Screamed the blonde girl "Please don't hurt
me! I don't want to die!"
Laura looked at the girl. She reminded her of the girl
she'd been jealous of in school called Jenny.
Jenny was always getting away with things that other
girls were being executed for. For one thing she
couldn't keep men's cocks out of her mouth. Every day
at school boys and some teachers would come to Jenny
and shoot their load into her mouth. Jenny would always
swallow since refusing to do so was illegal but even if
she didn't it was unlikely that anyone would report
her. Laura really hated Jenny and for a moment she
imagined that it was Jenny and not some innocent girl
that she was about to watch being executed. She was
starting to get excited.
"Cut off the ends of her nipples." said Laura without
thinking.
"I like that." said the executioner picking up a thin
curved knife and turning it towards the girl's pert
young tits.
"You bitch!" Screamed the girl "You fucking bitch!"
The executioner brought the cruel blade up to the
helpless girl's tit.
"No!" she pleaded "Please!" The man pressed the cold
blade against the girl's soft tit. Tears streamed down
her pretty face and she shook her head violently
repeating over and over again "No! Please!"
Ignoring the girl's pathetic pleas the executioner
slowly sliced the small tip of her hard nipple away.
Blood spurted out from the tiny wound and the girl gave
an ear piercing shriek. Laura noticed that the girl had
cum. It dripped thick and white from her exposed cunt.
By the time the executioner had cut off the girl's
other nipple Laura's middle finger had found its way up
her own wet cunt.
"Does this excite you?" asked the executioner.
Laura was suddenly embarrassed but she didn't remove
her finger.
"I - I need to play with myself." she sobbed.
"Most girls who watch this do." said the executioner as
he looked Laura up and down.
He went to a nearby brazier with a thin metal rod with
a wooden handle heating in it. He pulled the rod out of
the hot coals and was satisfied with the dull red glow
of the tip. Laura's eyes widened as she guessed what it
would be used for and hoped she was wrong. The glint in
the executioner's eyes told her she wasn't. She
considered her finger in her own cunt and tried to push
the thought of that cruel instrument going inside her
out of her mind.
The executioner turned back to the screaming blonde
girl who it seemed had also guessed the purpose of the
hot metal rod in his hand.
"Oh god!" she gasped "No! You can't! Please! Please
don't put that inside me. Please! I'm begging you!" The
executioner parted the girl's wet cunt lips and pushed
his finger inside her body. His finger went into the
wet cunt easily and he twisted it around. When he was
satisfied that her cunt was loose enough he pulled out
his finger and tasted it. Then he parted the wet cunt
lips once again and inserted the thin metal rod taking
care not to let it burn either his fingers or the
exterior of the girl's cunt.
Laura didn't think that the girl could have screamed
any louder than she did when her nipples were cut off.
She was mistaken. Her shriek filled the room as the hot
metal seared the insides of her delicate cunt. Laura
could hold back no longer and felt herself cum
violently. The executioner pulled the rod out of the
girl's tortured cunt causing her to scream louder
still.
Laura's nipples were so hard she thought they were
going to explode and her cunt felt as though it would
never stop cumming. The blonde girl went silent. The
executioner seemed disappointed. "I hate it when they
go into shock." he said as he returned the poker to the
hot brazier. It heated up again in just a few second
and her pressed it to the motionless girl's tiny nipple
wound. She screamed again seemingly coming back to
reality as the hot metal cauterised her mutilated tit.
He repeated the process with her other tit then
returned the poker once again to its resting place in
the hot coals of the brazier.
"She's not going to last much longer." said the
executioner lifting a large hand saw. It appeared to
have been well used and either rusted or covered in
blood. Laura felt a fresh surge of terror as she looked
at the cruel teeth on the saw's blade.
"Well take note." said the executioner "Because this is
what I'll be doing to you in a few hours." Laura
couldn't speak. She just stared into the girl's
terrified eyes.
"Please!" screamed the girl "Not my legs! Please don't
take my legs."
"Yes." said the executioner in a taunting voice as he
rested one hand on the girl's cunt to steady her body.
He positioned the saw to one side just beside her cunt
were her inner leg met her pelvis.
The girl came once again as the cold steel touched her
soft delicate skin.
"No! No! Nooo!" cried the girl.
"Yes yes yes!" the executioner continued to taunt her
and began to saw back and forth into her body.
The sound of the saw cutting through the girl's bone
was drowned out by her uncontrollable screams. The
executioner sawed slowly in a controlled motion in
order to prolong the helpless girl's pain for as long
as possible. Amazingly Laura thought, the girl was
still screaming after the first leg was severed and the
executioner had begun on the second. After about two
minutes of sawing the second leg the girl fell silent
and Laura could now hear the sickly grinding sound of
the saw cutting the dead girl's bone and the squelching
sound of the blood pouring from her horrific wounds.
With the two pretty legs cut cleanly off the
executioner sliced the dead girl's tits off and finally
cut out her cunt. Laura stood motionless unable to
comprehend what she had just witnessed. After a few
moments she gave out a hideous scream as the two girls
came to collect the dead girl's body parts for
processing.
The guard who had stayed silent during the whole of the
execution grabbed Laura by her arm. "Time to go to the
pre-death cell." She said coldly and led Laura out of
the room to the other door in the corridor which she
opened and pushed Laura inside and locked the heavy
iron reinforced door. "The executioner will be along
when he's ready for you." said the guard through the
small shutter.
"How - How long?" Laura managed to ask .
"As long as he likes." answered the guard in her
dispassionate tone. "It's more frightening if you don't
know when you're going to die." With that the guard
walked away and all Laura could hear was the sound of
her high heeled boots on the stone floor getting
further and further away.
Laura realised with dread that the next time she heard
that sound would mean that she was going to die.
Part 3: Death In Black Stockings
The cell was cold and empty save for a wooden bench.
The euphoria Laura had felt at witnessing the blonde
girl's execution had now been replaced with
overwhelming fear and despair. She stroked her silky
smooth stockinged legs, reassuring herself that they
were still attached to her body.
She raised her hand higher and tenderly rubbed her
sticky wet cunt. The orgasm had been good, she couldn't
deny that. She pushed her finger into her cunt and as
tears welled up in her eyes she began to have one last
play with herself. She pushed her finger inside herself
as deeply as possible. It felt good. She had always
been good at pleasing herself, almost as good as she
was at pleasing men.
That thought stayed with her: Had any man ever
complained about a blow job she'd given him? Or had a
man ever failed to cum inside her mouth or cunt? Had
she ever failed to produce her own cum whilst a man's
tongue was inside her cunt or licking her clit?
"I can please men!" she gasped to herself. She thought
of the executioner's muscular body and his big cock. It
was so obvious she thought: I just need to please him
enough so he'll want to keep me alive.
She felt her cum leave her wet cunt as she brought
herself to an orgasm. Oh god! She thought to herself as
she looked down between her legs at the pool of thick
white cum.
There's so much of it! Just like the blonde girl before
she died!
She put her finger back up her cunt and repeated the
whole self pleasing routine. She came again after a few
minutes and again she was amazed by the amount of cum
that came out of her. She wished that there was a man
there to lick it up and tell her how nice she tasted.
The thought made her cry again: the only man likely to
do that to her now was the same man who was going to
kill her.
* * *
Laura had lost all concept of how long she had been in
the cell. She just sat with her slender finger up her
wet cunt giving herself orgasm after orgasm. In her
ecstasy she had managed to push her fear to the back of
her mind. When it did resurface and threaten to take a
grip she began to play with herself again.
She was in the middle of fingering herself when she
heard footsteps from outside the cell: The unmistakable
sound of the guard's high heels on the stone floor.
Her heart pounded inside her chest.
The footsteps got louder then stopped.
Laura fingered herself frantically.
Outside the cell door she heard the sound of a key
being put into the lock.
No! she thought I'm not ready! I'm not ready!
The door opened.
Laura screamed. As loud she thought as though she were
already having her legs sawed off. She came once again
adding to the large pool of cum she had made between
her legs.
Two female guards walked in followed by the
executioner.
"These little tarts always have one last play with
themselves." laughed one of the guards.
"No!" cried Laura sobbing loudly "I'm not ready!
Please! I need more time! Please!"
The executioner walked towards her. He was still naked
and erect.
"It's time." he said "If you really want to live a bit
longer then you had better use the time - creatively."
Laura nodded and fell to her knees.
The executioner moaned as Laura took his hard cock in
her soft hands and gently caressed it.
"You're good." said the executioner "But I hope you're
not going to make me spill my seed on the floor?"
Laura nodded slightly and took the long shaft of hard
flesh into her warm wet mouth. She looked up into the
executioner's cold eyes, her own pretty eyes tearfully
pleading for mercy. She wrapped her arms around his
muscular waist and pulled herself against him so that
she could take as much of his cock in her mouth as
possible. It throbbed and pulsed in her mouth as she
sucked it hard and licked it by curling her soft tongue
around its haft until finally it exploded and his thick
potent white cum filled her mouth. Tasting his cum in
her mouth Laura swallowed it fully as he moaned loudly
at emptying his load into such a beautiful girl's
mouth.
He attempted to withdraw his organ but Laura tightened
her hold around his waist giving a tiny moan of
protest.
Both guards laughed as the executioner pushed Laura
away from himself.
"Did you really think that you were the first little
tart to think that if she gave me a good blow-job I'd
let you live?"
"I - I just thought that -"
"- that you could give me the ultimate blow - job? That
I'd keep you alive as a sex slave? That maybe you could
suck me off while I'm carrying out other girls'
executions?"
Laura broke down in sobs. She had thought those very
things! Obviously so had all the girls who were
executed here. There was no hope: She was going to die.
"Please!" she begged "All I did was wear tights! I
didn't know it was illegal!"
"Well if we made the law obvious to you little tarts,
you'd all be more careful and I wouldn't get to kill as
many of you, would I?"
"What?" asked Laura in disbelief.
"Isn't it obvious?" said the executioner.
"These laws are passed just so as we can execute little
sluts like you. You're just girls. You're sexy, you're
beautiful and your purpose is to exist for men's
pleasure. And it will be my pleasure is to cut off
those beautiful legs."
Laura felt her fear finally take a grip. She screamed
as the two female guards pulled her to her feet and led
her out of the cell. The executioner followed behind
them. He was really looking forward to carrying out
this particular execution.
* * *
Laura was dragged screaming into the adjacent room
where she had witnessed the blonde girl's execution.
The female guards were stronger than their physical
appearances would have betrayed and Laura struggled
futilely in their grips.
The X shaped rack had been hosed down after the last
execution and was now clean and ready to receive its
next victim.
Behind she could see that the girls were still working
on the dismembered body parts. She realised that they
would soon be doing the same to her legs: cleaning the
blood off them and dressing them up in sexy stockings
and high heels for anybody and everybody to come and
look at and grope. The thought of the boys from her
school coming to look at and have a feel of her
dismembered legs repulsed her.
Laura stared wide eyed at the dreadful device as she
was dragged toward it.
Oh God! She thought to herself, It's really going to
happen! I'm really going to die!
The two guards bound her wrists into the leather straps
which held her arms wide apart. Her upper back was
pushed forward by the shape of the rack making it
easier for the executioner to cut off her protruding
nipples and tits if he so desired. Laura tried to pull
at the restraints in a hopeless attempt to free
herself.
The guards then secured her ankles in the same fashion,
spreading her beautiful legs painfully wide apart. One
of the guards couldn't resist stroking the length of
her long nylon covered legs. The width of her legs
meant that her cunt lips were parted and ready to
receive whatever cruel torture the executioner saw fit
to insert into her. Laura thought of the hot poker and
came in fear. The female guard who had been savouring
the feel of Laura's sensational legs gently licked her
cum. Laura screamed in protest "Get off me, you fucking
dyke!"
The guard only laughed and pushed her tongue as far
into Laura's cunt as she could.
Her colleague laughed "Never been licked by a woman?"
she asked "Don't you want to know how it feels before
you die?"
Laura had to admit that she had secretly been curious
about being with other girls. She said nothing though.
The two guards stood back and let the executioner take
his place. He looked at Laura's tear streaked face
happy that she was frightened enough for him to begin.
His cold eyes softened slightly as he looked her
helpless body up and down. "You look really beautiful
in black stockings." he said to her in an almost kind
voice "And you've got the most beautiful legs I've ever
cut off." He finished. Laura started to scream again.
The executioner held up the same thin curved knife as
he had used on the blonde girl's tits. Laura gasped as
he drew the sharp blade closer to her extremely hard
little nipple.
"Now," said the executioner "What was it you asked me
to do to that poor girl before you?"
Laura screamed remembering her cruel suggestion.
"You told me to cut off the ends of her nipples, didn't
you?" Laura felt the cold blade being pressed flat
against her helpless tit just beside her erect nipple.
"I didn't mean it!" she screamed "I didn't mean it! Oh
god! Please! I'm sorry! Please don't cut mine off.
Please! I'm begging you! I'll do anything you want!
Anything!"
"What I want" said the executioner "Is for you to
scream and beg for mercy while I slowly cut the sexy
bits off your body."
"No! Noooo!" screamed Laura.
The executioner licked his lips gleefully and sliced
off the tiny end of her cute little nipple. Laura
screamed as she saw her beautiful nipple being
destroyed. Blood spurted from the tiny wound as the
executioner moved to her other tit and repeated the
cruel cut. Both Laura's tits spurted blood as she
screamed in pain and shock. For such tiny cuts, the
pain was excruciating, far more intense than she had
expected. She had always had sensitive nipples and she
liked boys to play with them and to kiss, lick and suck
them. She had never thought, obvious though it was,
that they would be even more sensitive to pain than
they were to pleasure.
Laura didn't fully understand how or why but she had
cum yet again!
Satisfied with her pain and eager to make her death as
agonising as possible the executioner withdrew the hot
poker from the smouldering brazier. He held its dull
glowing red tip up for Laura to see.
"No!" She screamed "Not that! Please not that!"
"Yes" said the executioner in a mocking tone "You don't
want to bleed to death now do you? You wouldn't be able
to feel the pain of your legs being sawed off if that
happened."
He pressed the red hot tip to her bleeding nipple and
she screamed again as the hot metal seared her
sensitive tit and sealed the wound. He did the same
again to her other tit and again Laura's world was
composed entirely of pain of a type she never thought
she could feel and survive.
The executioner stood back to savour the sight of
Laura, helpless and screaming in agony.
Behind the executioner Laura noticed that the two
guards had their hands up their short skirts fingering
themselves at the sight of her being tortured.
Laura watched as the executioner replaced the poker in
the hot coals of the brazier. The throbbing in her cunt
turned into a psychosomatic pain in anticipation of
where he was going to put the cruel instrument next.
He withdrew the poker a second time and locked at
Laura's' open cunt. He felt it and easily pushed his
finger up into her sensitive channel. She had played
with herself so much in her cell that she was nice and
loose and could easily take the hot poker up her cunt.
The executioner pulled out his finger and parted her
cunt lips just a little wider so as no external damage
would be done.
Laura felt herself cum again and this time the thick
white globule dripped from her wide open cunt onto the
red hot tip of the poker where it sizzled and
evaporated into oblivion.
"Trying to cool it down?" asked the executioner "Or are
you just such a horny little slut that this whole thing
is exciting you?"
He expertly guided the hot tip between her parted cunt
lips and up into her well lubricated cunt hole.
"NO! NO! NOOOOOO!" screamed Laura as the poker was
pushed deep into her cunt.
Laura's whole body convulsed in agony. The searing heat
between her legs made her scream so loud she felt as
though her throat would come flying out of her mouth.
The executioner pulled the carefully withdrew the poker
from Laura's cunt so as not to singe her cunt lips.
Even now that the poker had been taken out of her cunt,
Laura could not stop screaming. The executioner and the
two guards stood enjoying Laura's pain until her
screams finally died down.
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Laura sobbed helplessly knowing that her ordeal was
still not at an end. She looked down at her poor little
tortured nipples. They stung intensely both from their
ends being cut off and from where the executioner had
applied the hot poker to cauterise the wounds. The
inside of her cunt burned from the insertion of the
poker.
She was trying to make sense of it all. The judge had
said nothing about her nipples being cut off or hot
pokers up her cunt. She wondered if this was legal then
she realised, feeling stupid, that it didn't matter if
it was legal or not: no girl was ever likely to be able
to report the executioner's actions. She came out of
her train of thought as the executioner came back into
view.
Laura stared as the executioner took the dreadful
curved knife that had caused her so much pain and cost
her, her nipple ends. What now? She thought to herself
with a new wave of panic coursing through her body.
"It's nearly time for you to die." said the executioner
excitedly. "But there's still your lovely little cunt
to cut out." he neared Laura positioning the knife
between her legs.
Laura screamed in protest. Hadn't her poor cunt
suffered enough? Obviously the executioner didn't think
so. He teasingly waved the tip of the knife blade
millimetres away from Laura's cunt.
"Please!" sobbed Laura weakly, unable to scream any
more. "Please! I can't take any more!"
The executioner plunged the tip of the blade into the
area just beside Laura's cunt and dragged it down and
around the bottom of her slit then up the opposite side
finally completing a full circle.
Laura was suddenly able to scream again.
The executioner hooked his finger into Laura's cunt and
tugged it as though it were a ring pull on a coke can.
Laura's body convulsed, as though an electric current
were going through her, as her perfectly symmetrical
cunt was detached from between her legs. The
executioner called over a beautiful brunette in white
high heels and sheer stockings and handed her Laura's
severed cunt. The girl gave Laura a tearful sympathetic
look. Laura was delirious with pain now. She was
beginning to loose her rationale as she screamed after
the girl: "Bring it back you fucking bitch. Give me my
cunt back!" The two female guards couldn't help but
laugh as Laura made her ludicrous demand.
The executioner looked at the blood pouring from
between Laura's legs. He picked up the blood encrusted
hand saw that had taken the blonde girl's legs and
approached Laura for one last time.
The executioner positioned the saws cruel jagged teeth
right where Laura's leg met the inside of her pelvis.
He placed his other hand on the bloody mound where her
cunt had been cut out.
As she felt the cold merciless teeth of the saw touch
her delicate skin, Laura closed her eyes tightly hoping
to shut out the final ordeal.
"No! No! No!" she repeated over and over again, keeping
her eyes squeezed shut.
The first draw of the saw was only enough to break the
skin but Laura's eyes shot open as the executioner
began to saw.
"NOOOOOOOO!" screamed Laura as she felt the next thrust
of the saw make contact with something hard. The next
draw of the saw made a grinding sound as it bit into
the bone of Laura's pelvis. He repeated the motion each
time the saw burying itself a little deeper into
Laura's body.
The pain she felt when her nipples were cut off was
nothing compared to what she was feeling right now.
Even the poker up her cunt was like a tickle compared
to this.
Laura screamed. The pain in her body was beyond
description. The deeper the saw got the more her pain
intensified. She wanted to die but oddly enough she did
not feel herself slipping away. After a few minutes of
the unbearable pain Laura stopped feeling the saw
cutting into her but the grinding sound continued. She
realised that it was now cutting the wood of the rack
beneath her which could mean only one thing.
The executioner called the sexy brunette girl over
again and Laura watched wide eyed as he handed the girl
her cleanly sawed off leg.
Laura began to feel cold and numb. She stopped
struggling against her restraints. Her vision was
blurring. The executioner returned to the task he loved
so much and Laura suddenly found herself revived by the
pain of her other leg being sawed off. Laura was
screaming again although the pain of her second leg
being sawed off didn't seem quite as intense. Within a
few minutes that leg was off as well.
Laura had stopped screaming and was just making
illegible noises and trying to gasp for breath. Through
her blurred darkening vision she saw the executioner
handing the brunette girl her second leg.
"My god!" said one the guards "She's still alive!"
"Yes." said the executioner happy that such a beautiful
girl had been so frightened and had lived through such
pain.
"It does happen occasionally. She'll be dead in a few
minutes though."
"Enough time to cut her tits off?" asked the guard who
had licked Laura out.
The executioner nodded and let the guards have their
fun.
The last thing Laura felt before everything turned
black was the searing pain of her tits being sliced off
her body and the last sound was that of the two female
guards laughing and making kissing sounds as they held
her tits up to their mouths.
The executioner looked at Laura's titless, cuntless,
legless and lifeless body and with one swift swing of a
sharp machete decapitated her pretty head. He then
ordered that Laura's tits, legs, cunt and head be made
ready for display.
The rest of Laura's body was incinerated.
Epilogue
Laura's legs, tits, head and cunt were all displayed in
the public galleries. Her legs were honoured to be
displayed beside the legs of a certain celebrity member
of an all girl pop group. They had been dressed in
beautiful sheer nylon stockings and the same black 5
inch heels she was executed in.
The legs, tits head and cunt of the pretty blonde girl
were sent to schools around the country and shown to
girls during oral sex classes as a warning of what
would happen to when they failed to please. Only one
percent of girls ever failed their oral sex exams which
was more to do with the examiners wanting to see a sexy
girl getting her legs off than her ability to please.
The law prohibiting girls from wearing tights and
knickers was never publicly decreed so many more
teenaged girls were executed before the law became
fully realised.
Laura's arch nemesis, Jenny was so elated on hearing
the news of her biggest rival's execution that she
sucked the cocks of every boy and male teacher in
school. Jenny was a regular visitor to the galleries
and she would stay for hours stroking Laura's
beautifully preserved legs and tits and fingering
herself.
At the base of the display of Laura's legs was a plaque
which bore the inscription:
Laura Smith
Aged 16
Executed for the Crime
Of Wearing Tights
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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