La Senorita De Muerte

Carol Smith and Lorraine King sit in their cells on death row in Shanghai’s main prison. Both women, who were originally from England and Scotland, are in their early thirties; as they exercise regularly they still have good figures. Smith is blonde with blue eyes and a fair complexion. King is a brown eyed brunette with darker skin. Both wear their hair short as it is easier to look after and as busy Quantas executives they hadn’t wanted their regime for getting ready for work in the morning to take longer than necessary. 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 Beijing 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. Smith jumps to her feet and protests “I thought we were going to be executed tomorrow not today”. Don’t worry Smith”, replies the senior guard “We are just taking King and you to see the Governor Nathan Law Kwun-chung”.

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 Smith and King 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 shot by firing squad as is normal in your horrible country” says King. Both prisoners had been forced to watch a TV recording of the hangings in Singapore and had at least had the consolation of thinking that at least they weren’t going to die like that. “I’m afraid not Lorraine”. 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”. Smith and King 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 Smith and King 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 Smith.

King 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 President Xi 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 fellow airline employees 15 minutes to slowly strangle to death on a gallows you should only suffer the instant death of being shot by a firing squad. After all ladies those girls were all acting on your instructions. 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 Smith and King 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 Indonesia to cover the earthquake there instead”.

Amanda replies “Well Holly. It wasn’t nearly as entertaining as the one in Singapore. Both Carol Smith and Lorraine King 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 China 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. Smith and King are going to be garotted. 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 Australian 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

Smith and King sit waiting in their cells. Both women wear smart expensive, business suits, Smith’s is navy blue, King’s an almost black charcoal grey. They are being allowed to wear the clothes they were sentenced in at their executions. They had each declined the offer of the attentions of a priest. The Governor enters Smith’s cell accompanied by two guards. He says simply “It is time to go Smith”. The blonde woman weeps quietly 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. King watches them go, her hand goes to her slim neck and she too begins to sob in terror

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. 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 Giesha friends with you?”. The reporter whispers back, “Of course. Have you?”. The police officer nods and the women exchange knowing smiles.

The execution party enter the death chamber. When Smith 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 her to the garotte and place her in it. The executioner straps the prisoners 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 Governor takes a piece of paper from his pocket and starts to read. “Carol Smith you have been tried and found guilty of trafficking illegal drugs into the country. For this crime you have been sentenced to death by strangulation on the garotte. Have you anything to say before sentence is carried out”. Smith sobs, “No! No! Please dear God have mercy!”. The Governor looks at the executioner and says, “Do your duty”. The masked man goes and stands behind the wooden chair and places the collar around the prisoner’s neck. Smith gasps and her eyes grow large as she feels the cold metal on her skin.

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 Smith’s shrieks take on a strangled sound and gradually reduce to squeaks as she futilely gasps for air

Holly and Amanda sit directly in front of the garotte and have ringside view of the execution. Initially Smith’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 starts to buck, heave and kick wildly, heels banging against the bottom of the chair. 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 blue skirt from her shoes to the pink panties under her tan panty-hose. 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

Smith’s face is beginning to turn crimson, eyes slowly emerge from their sockets and her tongue creeps out from a gaping mouth. 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 smuggle drugs into the China. 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. Death spasms rack her body. Then suddenly it is over. Smith 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.

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 centre 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, Lorraine King hugs herself, rocking gently back and forwards in her seat crying quietly. After the door closed behind Carol Smith and those leading her to her death all had been silent until Smith’s blood curdling screams rent the air. On hearing them King 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 King 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”. King stared at the guard speechless with horror and terror

The spectators re-enter the death chamber and Holly and Amanda retake their seats. Smith’s body has been removed and taken to the medical wing for autopsy as required by law.

The room quietens as the second condemned woman is brought in. King’s eyes widen, she gasps and stops when the garotte comes into view. The guards gently push her and she is taken to the “Lady of death” and strapped in. As the sentence is read the prisoner appears to be praying. Like Smith before her King gasps as the cold metal collar goes round her neck

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. King starts to breathe rapidly as the strangling ring of metal tightens around her throat. After a minute she starts to struggle, writhe and kick exposing the white panties under the black skirt and tights.

Again the masked executioner prolongs the condemned woman’s agony for 10 minutes before tightening the screw to it’s fullest extent. King’s struggles cease and the agony of her death is etched into her horribly distorted features

Holly and Amanda come again and they both sigh in deep satisfaction. 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