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WARNING! ADULTS ONLY! The following is an extreme work of erotic horror fiction that 
graphically describes the brutal public executions of two underage girls. All persons and events 
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PROLOG

Reuters Dispatch 
London, 
June 13, 2003 

Mary-Kate and Ashley celebrated their sixteenth birthdays this morning with a subdued private party at their 
parents’ Sussex villa. They were then taken into custody and escorted to the Battersea Execution Center, where 
they were put to death on the gallows. Responding to popular demand, BBC 2 and CNN International broadcast 
the hangings live as three hour specials (The BBC as sports, CNN as news). These executions attracted this 
unprecedented coverage, in part because of the lovely sisters' worldwide celebrity, but mostly because the public 
hangings of pretty young girls are always very popular, twins doubly so. 

However the unique aspect of today's executions, which had been thoroughly hyped in the tabloids, was the daily 
doses of Vitatol the girls had been given since their thirteenth birthdays, as advance preparation for today’s events. 
This still controversial drug completely eliminates the physical effects and signs of aging. Thus in every detail the 
twins resembled thirteen-year-old girls at the time of their deaths, sidestepping in appearance at least the minimum 
age of sixteen for commercially executing young females for entertainment purposes. The result is likely to be 
renewed calls in Parliament to reduce the legal girl killing age to twelve, which would bring it inline with the United 
Kingdom’s age of consent. The video industry and many Conservative MP's even want the consent and hanging 
ages for girls lowered to nine, though this is unlikely to happen given the current parliamentary climate.

Media and social critics will be discussing the pros and cons of these extraordinary hangings for years. However 
it is safe to say that in financial terms today's spectacle was an outstanding success for the Executioners’ Guild. 
Even at the stiff price of three-hundred-fifty pounds each, tickets for the Battersea center’s two-thousand seat 
public gallery were completely sold out six months in advance. Having sold the television and video rights to their 
daughters' deaths, the twins’ parents stand to profit even more handsomely. As for audience reactions, this 
reporter is yet to interview anyone in attendance who came away disappointed. In fact, quite the reverse seems to 
be true.

DOUBLE YOUR PLEASURE
by Dame Edna  

      With nooses cinched around their delicate necks, Ashley and Mary-Kate stand on the gallows, fear written 
across their innocent young faces. The tears have already begun to pool beneath large dark eyes. Quivering lips 
strip a few more years off their apparent ages. Shutters click as cameras shoot dozens of stills of the cringing little 
girls, photos that will shortly be on the cover of every tabloid and fan magazine. This is how the world will 
remember the adorable twins -- in matching tight lavender blouses highlighting budding adolescent breasts, and 
ultra-tight black jeans suggesting sexual awareness and experience they do not really possess. With the 
photographers finished, the trembling girls are turned to stand facing each other. Their arms are tightly held behind 
their backs. Two huge bailiffs bring a pair of cuffs for each girl. They have no keyholes, since there will be no 
need to remove them. This is not lost on the girls, who begin to sob uncontrollably as they feel the cold steel 
irrevocably close around their slender wrists. 
      Two winches hum into life, pulling the little girls up onto the balls of their naked feet. They begin to strangle 
almost immediately, emitting liquid gurgling noises as the coarse hemp mercilessly digs into their tender necks. 
Shotgun mikes aimed at Mary Kate and Ashley pick up and amplify these wonderful little sounds that only 
strangling girls can make so appealingly. 
      The tortured looks of on their cute faces confirm the twins are in no way prepared for the increasing pain. 
They have led pampered lives of comfort and privilege, never knowing until today what real pain is. And now 
both little beauties are about to suffer the most agonizing deaths possible for young girls.
      The winches fall silent, their brutal work done. This is where the twins will remain for now, trapped at the 
point where the pain of partial strangulation is psychologically devastating, a terrifying place where they could 
be tortured for hours. Still, this is their execution day, so the girls cannot be tormented indefinitely in this 
delightful (for the audience) halfway state. Straining on their tiptoes to limit the pain in their throats and prevent 
themselves from strangling completely, the twins listen with increasing horror as an announcer details the 
unusually cruel way in which they are about to be killed. He makes the little teenagers' executions sound 
tantalizingly erotic, which is surely how the expectant audience already sees them. But being slowly strangled to 
death doesn’t seem at all erotic to Ashley or Mary Kate. Indeed, it fills their frantically beating young hearts with 
crushing dread. 
     The announcer explains if both girls are still conscious in one hour's time, as they almost certainly will be, two 
trapdoors will open beneath their feet. Because they will still be on their toes with their throats under near-fatal 
tension, there is little chance their necks will mercifully snap. In stead the girls will have to dance themselves to 
death -- a process that the announcer enthusiastically relates could take up to another hour, since at only 147 cm 
(4' 10") tall the girlishly slender twins hardly weigh eighty pounds each. 
      To add psychological torture to the condemned girl’s physical torture, each is given the option of a quick, 
relatively painless death. As the announcer goes on, bailiffs slip small cylindrical remote controls into Ashley's 
right hand and Mary-Kate's left. If either girl pushes her button, then her winch will gently lower her to the gallows 
platform, while the trapdoor slowly opens under her sister's feet. Of course, the temporarily reprieved girl will be 
forced to watch her unfortunate sibling being slow-hanged to death. Then, after the last flicker of life has been 
choked out of her twin, she in turn will be killed by a neck-snapping quick drop. 
      Stunned by the cruelty of their impossible choices, Mary Kate and Ashley do nothing, which is fine with the 
audience members who certainly don’t want to rush things as they drink in the girls’ escalating torment. 
      The twins perspire profusely as they suffer, wetting their tops, making the sheer fabrics translucent and 
adhering them to the girls’ chests. They’re braless of course. Pert baby breasts peaked by visibly hard little nipples 
press against nearly see-through blouses. Prominently erect nipples, the announcer explains, is a young female’s 
typical response to extreme fear and the agonies of prolonged strangulation. 
      Bailiffs approach and unbutton the twins' skin-tight jeans. Zippers come down. Black-hooded men slowly peel 
black denim off shapely little thighs, revealing cute bellies flawless with the supple firmness of youth. The twins are 
wearing tiny, hot-pink, satin g-strings. This adult lingerie looks shockingly inappropriate on petite thirteen-year-old 
bodies, and at the same time powerfully arousing. Captivated by the doomed girls' innocent eroticism and the Lolita 
fantasies it evokes, the audience mummers its approval.
      Seconds stretch into minutes, and the strain of staying up on their tiptoes is becoming unbearable for both girls. 
At ten minutes the cramps in Ashley’s calf and thigh muscles become so severe they spasm, the little teenager falls 
off her tiptoes and begins strangling for real. Trading one agony for another, she squirms in the noose until her fear 
of death becomes overwhelming, and in spite of the awful pain in her slender legs and ankles she manages to get 
back up on her tiptoes. The audience applauds politely. At twelve minutes little Mary Kate falls off her toes.
      This vicious cycle of terror and pain repeats itself again and again, the girls becoming tortured marionettes for 
the increasingly aroused audience that cheers each time the agony in one of the twins’ legs forces her to start 
strangling herself again. The half hour passes, then the forty-five minute mark. Mary Kate is strangling for the fifth 
and longest time. Exhausted and in indescribable pain, she’s given up and is trying to end it all. But then a violent 
convulsion rocks her young body. Terror seizes her madly beating heart, and in an instant of blind panic she pushes 
her button. She is immediately lowered to the platform, but as she draws in her first gloriously unrestricted breath in 
almost an hour, she sees the look of absolute horror on Ashley’s face as the trapdoor opens beneath her feet. Mary 
Kate frantically pushes the button again and again, trying to bring the trapdoor back up, but of course it’s too late.
      Heartbroken and overwhelmed by guilt, Mary-Kate cries helplessly in her slack noose, until watching her twin 
sister being slowly hanged to death becomes too terrible for her young mind to stand. She starts desperately 
screaming for someone to save them, while Ashley kicks and jerks like a drunken little puppet, the muscles of her 
sculptured legs tensing spastically as she writhes in agony. Spasms in her firm young thighs pull her g-string into 
her hairless crotch. It’s soaked with pain sweat, clearly outlining her untouched pussy through the thin satin. Mary 
Kate’s futile pleas for mercy end in choking sobs, while all eyes remain riveted on Ashley’s torture. The way her 
impudent little breasts jiggle and twitch as she struggles; the way her flat tummy undulates when she convulses, 
Ashley has never looked so innocent, so helpless, so exquisitely desirable. The hushed audience clearly agrees.
      Ten minutes pass, then twenty. As predicted, Ashley, betrayed by her own physique, is going the distance and 
then some. The very charms that make Ashley so sexually appealing to men -- her lithe, thirteen-year-old body and 
youthful vitality -- are now twin curses that are hideously prolonging the little girl’s mortal agony. As the minutes 
slowly drag by, the petite blonde’s breathing goes from being painful to sheer agony, but somehow she manages 
to claw in just enough air through her nearly crushed neck to stay alive.
      The audience watches with growing excitement as the agonies of being slowly choked to death overwhelm 
Ashley's sweet body. She is so physically expressive, it's obvious just how badly she‘s being hurt as the 
excruciating pain malevolently spreads from Ashley's burning lungs to the rest her girlish torso. It’s in her churning 
little belly now and moving down towards her bowels and virgin pussy on its relentless mission to consume her 
totally.
      Thirty minutes into her hanging, the girl’s eyes bulge noticeably. Tears of pain and grief stream down her 
cheeks. Her little pink tongue is continuously forced out of her gaping mouth, and incongruously her vagina begins 
to discharge. Beautiful, young and vibrantly alive, Ashley longs to die -- anything to end her bind-bending pain! But 
at forty-five minutes she is still squirming like a fish on a line, her body propelled by nothing but the animal instinct 
to survive.
      At fifty minutes the girl’s hopeless struggles finally begin to weaken. At one hour Ashley’s writhing is reduced 
to intermittent spastic twitches. Her tongue hangs listlessly from her drooling mouth, while her eyes stare blankly 
into space. Many in the gallery assume the girl is already dead. However the old hands in the audience are on the 
edges of their seats. They know the best is yet to come.
      After hanging motionlessly for almost a minute, the girl shudders. There is a momentary pause. Then Ashley’s 
body begins to spasm and jerk with increasing intensity as the girl goes into her excruciating death throes. Blood 
from her crushed windpipe dribbles out of her mouth. The convulsive, pseudo-erotic gyrations of her dying body 
hold the silent gallery spellbound. Gorgeous in her terminal agony, her back arches like a straining bow, thrusting 
out her quivering little breasts toward the enraptured audience. Her legs trembling, her back arched, Ashley jerks 
violently three times, and then collapses. Her dark eyes flutter and roll back in her head. One last twitch passes 
through the girl’s beautiful adolescent body, and it’s all over.
 
      Ashley’s dead body hangs limply in its noose, an insignificant crushed flower in the huge execution chamber 
that remains quiet except for her sister’s bitter sobs. Suddenly the silence is broken with a thunderous, tension-
breaking round of applause. The hooded executioner having expected this waits until it completely subsides, and 
then drops the trapdoor from under Mary Kate. But instead of there being a sickening crunch followed by a few 
post mortem twitches, the girl starts writhing as vigorously as her sister had. Against all odds, Mary Kate’s neck 
hasn’t snapped!
      Needless to say, the gallery is ecstatic, while around the world sweat breaks out on the brows of TV control 
room directors. Watching a second gorgeous little teenager strangle for up to an hour is almost too much of a 
good thing. In fact it will not happen. The three hour special is in danger of overrunning its time slot. BBC 2 is 
about to switch its satellite link to a scheduled test match (Pakistan vs. Australia), and it's almost time for CNN’s 
Larry King Live. However, the execution center’s staff is prepared for this possibility. The Announcer nods to a 
husky, six-foot bailiff who leaves the gallows platform, then quickly returns hefting an evil looking bullwhip. Seeing 
this, the mostly upper class audience breaks out in remarkably uncivilized cheering. What is going to happen to 
Mary Kate is far beyond their realistic expectations, and for most a fantasy about to come true.
      A second bailiff walks over to the slowy strangling Mary Kate, and using a razor-sharp stiletto, cuts her sweat-
soaked blouse away from her squirming body. There’s another round of unrestrained cheers. Then the bailiff slices 
off her satin g-string, and the crowd goes wild. After all, these audience members have paid $525 each to watch 
two beautiful young girls die in agony, and now they are certain to get more than their money’s worth.
      Little Mary Kate is suffering in the same hell departed by her sister; praying for the pain to end, and terrified 
that it will. Cutting off the last of the girl’s skimpy clothing actually was a small mercy, as the cool air now caresses 
all of her feverish, naked body. She’s to be given a second gift. Adorable Mary Kate will be dead within ten minutes, 
but the price she’ll pay for this “mercy” will be horrendous.
      The proof comes with a loud crack and a searing flash of pain across the back of her delicious little thighs. 
Mary Kate bucks and jerks madly, tightening the noose ever so slightly. The force of the blow spins her around to 
face her torturer, just in time for his second savage whiplash to smash into her quivering belly. Mary Kate convulses 
in agony, again tightening the noose and bringing her death a millimeter closer. The forth and fifth blows slam into 
the girl’s chest, the last hitting her pert little breasts with such force, blood spurts out of one her nipples.
      With its collective blood lust building, a cheer rises up from the crowd with each vicious strike of the whip on 
sensitive young flesh. The sixth blow lashes the front of Mary Kate’s spasming thighs, the seventh falls across her 
shoulders. The murderous attack switches back to the strangling little beauty’s exposed chest and belly. A lucky 
strike smashes into Ashley's naked little cunt! Her torso jerks wildly. Blood and vaginal fluid squirt out of her. The 
noose squeezes her neck tighter and tighter. Still, blow after savage blow rains down on the defenseless girl, 
destroying her body, killing her with pain. Blood seeps from a dozen deep lacerations on her chest, thighs and 
abdomen. Then, like her sister, the little teenager’s back arches in a death spasm at the very instant when the 
bullwhip’s final blow slams into her lower belly. The dying girl contorts in agony one last time, and with a shudder 
slumps in the swaying noose like a broken little doll. All inhibitions gone, the gallery erupts with a deafening roar of 
animal lust.
      But this is England, after all. So ordered calm is immediately restored, and except for a group of annoying 
amateur photographers who hang around to snap endless photos of the twin’s lifeless bodies, the audience members 
quickly exit the scene. Most are anxious to get to the post-execution parties that are becoming ritual. They will be back. 
In seven days it will be time for Miss Teen Britain’s death dance.

reformatted 8/14/03

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