BY THE WIRE

    I am guilty but the bastard had it coming. The court decided his guilt was not important but mine was so here I sit waiting to die. They came for me a few minutes ago and now I sit in a odd wooden armchair with my wrists and elbows strapped to the heavy wooden arms. I have no other restrants but find that my movement is limited to sliding my ass foward or backward a few inches so I sit and watch  two other woman being strapped into their chairs as we sit facing each other. My day had started early with a shower and a forced enima and having my ass packed with cotton balls by some guy who seemed interested only in how many he could stuff up my ass. I was left to think or pray or whatever a soon to die woman is supposed to do untill they installed my on my throne here. I found myself looking at my fellow soon to be corpses and wondered what they had done to end up here but none of us seemed interested in small talk so I just sat and watched as they were strapped in to die. It is odd but I find myself noticing the differences beween us as if they were important. I am thirty five, blonde, my boobs still stand proud, and my ass is still firm. I am tall enough so the back of this chair only reaches to my shoulder blades and I think of myself as pretty. The woman to my right is about my age and height but has started to go to seed. Her quite large tits have sagged and flop as she moves and there are fat dimples covering her butt and heavy thighs. The other woman , girl really , sits to my left and is tiny and cute. She could pass for almost a middle school student except for the fact that she has to be eighteen to sit in one of these chairs. Her shoulders barely come above the chair back and her small pert breasts are heaving as she fights panic. I can see dropplets of pee leaking from her shaved pussy. We sit and wait for somebody to do something. Somebody does as a small man dressed in a doctors smock and scrub pants enters carrying a small tool bag.
   "Good morning ladies. My name is Joel and I will be carrying out the court's sentences upon you today. You all have been sentenced to death and you will be killed by a strangling wire which I will place around your necks and twist tight enough to close off your windpipe. If you are able to follow my instructions you will pass out in about one minute and death will occur about ten or fifteen minutes later when your heart stops beating. The wire will then be twisted tighter and left in place and you will be buried with it still around your neck. I will execute you one at a time in the order imposed by the judge and from this time on there is nothing that will stop your death. When I entered this chamber the time for any modifaction of sentence was over and the chamber is now sealed. We are on camera and your deaths are being broadcast. Please do not try to prevent my from doing my job as it only will increase your suffering and the time it takes you to die. I will place the wire around your neck and twist it only tight enough to  be snug around the neck. At that point I will ask you to exhale and hold it untill I tighten the wire enought to prevent you from inhaling. If you can do this it will aid you greatly and will do much in making your execution as easy and painless as possible. Any other action on your part will only add to your suffering and prolong the dying process. This includes hyperventlating before we start so do try to breath slowly and normally. Do you have any questions?
   None of us have any and I only want to get it over with. Joel sets the small bag on a table behind the girl and removes a piece of heavy dark wire and a short round stick. He places the wire around the older womans heavy neck and removes most of the slack. the ends are twisted together and wrapped around the wooden rod and he twists it a few turns. Her eyes grow large as she feels the wire press into her flesh. He stops and tell her to please exhale and she does. Tears form and as he starts to tighten the wire noose she loses it and I can hear last desperate breath being dragged in past the killing wire. He ignores her efforts and with several more twists I see the noose disappear into her fleshy neck and watch as the windpipe collapses. She tries to stand but only manages to kick her legs out in front of her and her breasts heave and flop as she tries to expel that last illadvised breath. It is too late and now she must suffer from her action. Her mouth gasps like a fish out of water and the color of her face darkens. Legs kick and thrash in and out and to the sides but only make her look like she is in the throes of passion. Her desprate fight uses up the air trapped in her lungs and now she weakens. She stops waving her legs around and the only things moving now are her slowing flapping hands and her lips as she still opens and closes her mouth. Even those slow and stop and her head droops foward. I think she is done but no she rallies and makes one last effort to live but it fails and this time she really has passed out for good. A shudder passes down her body and as she loses control the seat of the chair is wet. Joel watches and waits for what seems a long time before he tightens the deadly wire untill it cuts into her now cooling neck and a small amount of blood leaks from the wound. 
   The girl and I share a horrified look and we both fear the feel of the cold metal around our necks. I wait as he goes to the bag and recovers a fresh set of killing tools, will I be next, I almost hope so. Part of me wants to live even an extra fifteen minutes and another part just wants to get it over with and not to be forced to watch the young girl die first. Joel must have a little sadist in him for he stands beween us but makes no move or gives no sign as to which one is next. Finally he turns toward me and I gasp but he is only toying with us and reverses to stand behind the girl. The visions seen and Joel's actions break her and she panics. Her slim body fights and thrashes even before the touch of the wire and he has to resort to a headlock to place it around her neck. She wails and crys for help or forgiveness or anything that will stop him but her efforts are wasted as he starts the twisting. He gets the wire snugged up and waits for her to calm but to no avail. Even a slap across the face fails to slow her frantic movements and he gives up. She ignores his request to exhale and keeps panting as the wire crushes her airway untill nothing can pass through it. Her desprate movements only increase as she finds herself unable to breathe and every part of her body not tied down is in motion. Her tiny pink nipples harden and point out and the small pussy lips swell and open slightly as her slender legs try to carry her out of this nightmare. I can't belive how long she is able to keep up the unequal fight but the choking wire must win in the end. Still her tiny body presses the unequal fight and puts out such an effort that it loses control and sprays urine about and I can see the white cotten being extruded from her assring.No fire however hot can burn long without air and so it is with her. She carries on but I can see the end is near and watch as she runs down like a wind up toy. Her feet come to rest on the wet floor as her legs stop their frantic wavings while her hands form fists like she is trying to hold onto life. Life is nearly over and she sags toward death. One last attempt and she just quits, everything stops and she is still. Again the wait and the black wire takes on a reddish tone as it cuts into her throat.
   There can be no games now and he comes toward me with the simple things that will pay me back for my crime. " Please do not repeat their mistakes ma'am. You have been forced to watch two needlessly ugly deaths and I would have spared you that if I could have done so. Please try to folow my instructions and save yourself pain and suffering." I try to control myself and slow my breathing. He moves behind me and keeps talking quietly to calm me and I respond. I settle and wait for the first touch of iron on my skin. He gently moves my hair aside and the touch I've been dreading comes. It is cold and not just because it  is metal, there is also the cold of the grave in that touch and I flinch away. " Easy there" he quiets me like a skittish horse as the wire tightens about my neck untill it is tight enought that there can be no mistake about it's purpose. I freeze as he wraps it about the stick and readies everything. I marvel at how little is required to end my life, just a couple of feet of wire and a stick will soon combine to strangle my life away. It is drawing tighter and he tells me to please exhale now and I try to expell as much of the soon to be needed air as I can.
When I am pushing the last vestages from my lungs he begans to tighten the noose and I fight the almost overpowering urge to inhale as much air as I can in the seconds left me. But I have seen the folly of it and continue to force the air from my now useless lungs. Now the opporunity has passed and my throat is sealed forever. My brain tells my body to relax and let the darkness claim me but my body will not listen and refuses to go quietly into the night. I feel myself struggle but it is as if it's somebody's elses body and I'm just watching. My boobs bounce and my chest heaves, my legs move but I go nowhere , my hands clench and grab but hold nothing. I feel my cunt move as if I am making love but only my bonds hug me. It is harder to think and the world is going gray and I wonder who the young man watching me is. My once frantic body is relaxing and the seat of my chair is wet. Why was I fighting so hard when all I need to do is fall into the waiting darkness.
   I did not see or feel him tighten the choking wire ever tighter untill it cut off both air and blood. Nor did any of us watch as he removed the bindings that held us in those thrones of death. We did not feel the hands that moved us to gurneys and wheeled us away from the death chamber. Unaware of the rain that turned the soil falling on our faces into mud we were dumped into our unmarked graves and still we wore the symbol of our guilt- the simple collar of plain wire around our necks.