Message-ID: <34764asstr$1011154201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Laura Davis" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 15 Jan 2002 21:38:45.0925 (UTC) FILETIME=[02A58550:01C19E0D] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 16:38:44 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Hanging Jill by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F Execution Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 23:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate Hanging Jill by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F Execution Copyright 2002 Jill Newkirk was still sobbing as the corrections officer led her back to her cell. It was understandable. Jill, at nineteen, was the youngest woman sentenced to death under the new, tougher laws designed to curb drunken driving. The corrections officer was a cynical woman in her thirties but even she had been shocked to hear Judge Jackson read the sentence. Jill was a first-offender and normally would have gotten no more than a year at hard labor. She'd have spent a year in one of the new prisons up the coast, working nude in a quarry, breaking rocks with a nine-pound sledge hammer. She'd have shivered in the winter and burned in the summer but she'd have come out of prison fit and muscular and ready to rejoin society. Instead, because three of her friends had burned to death in the wreckage of her car, she had been sentenced to death. Jill would be go to the gallows the following day. The guard looked at Jill and shook her head. What a waste! The pretty blonde would die an agonizing death for what a few years earlier might have netted just a slap on the wrist. Jill stood, sobbing quietly, as the officer cut her jumpsuit off. Officially, once a sentence of death was handed down, the prisoner was considered 'dead' by the state and had no rights. Not even the right to be clothed. Jill entered her cell and pushed back against the bars while the handcuffs were removed. Then she retreated to the corner of the cell where she wrapped her arms around her drawn up legs, her chin resting on her knees. She had refused a last visit from her family. She couldn't bear the humiliation of having them see her nude. It was bad enough that they, and everyone else with a televsion, would see her go to the gallows naked. Jill had always been very modest and being seen naked was almost worse than dying. She stared off into space, wishing that she'd given in to her boyfriend's repeated attempts to get her into bed. An hour passed and Jill began to inspect her body. She'd never paid much attention to it in the past. Oh, she'd exercised and had tried to eat right, but she never really *looked* at herself. She knew she was pretty but took no pride in it. Her looks were just luck. Now she examined her fingers, noting how marvelous the articulation of her joints was when you really looked. She stretched out her long, coltish legs, noting the beauty of her slim, firm thighs. She examined her knees, noting the scratch on her left knee that would never have a chance to heal. She decided that her knees were really very neat. She twisted her foot and wiggled her toes. And then she realized that in twelve hours this marvelous body would be just so much dead meat, awaiting disposal with the other garbage. The thought made her very sad. She cupped her small, firm tits in a familiar way and teased her nipples erect. She might die a virgin but she knew how to please herself and she vowed she'd have a least three or four orgasms before dawn. She eased herself up onto her pretty knees and squeezed her breasts as tight as she could, moaning softly. One hand slid down across her belly, between her legs. She spread her labia and slipped on finger into her tight, virgin cunt. She wished briefly that she'd taken the time to examine her sex in a mirror. She'd always been curious about just what her vulva looked like but she'd never taken the time to satisfy her curiousity. Now it was too late. She began to whimper as she teased her clit with the tip of her forefinger. At the same time, she grabbed her left nipple and squeezed as hard as she could, pulling it down and way, whimpering as the pain lanced thought her. Pleasure and pain, that was the combination that energized her, made all of her nerve endings tingle. As her orgasm swept over her she moaned and wondered if they'd let her masturbate on the gallows before she hanged. Despite her determination to stay awake she fell into a fitful sleep after masturbating a second time. She awoke with a start when she heard a tap on the bars. "Come on, Jill. It's time." The guards were all young, all female, five of them. They cuffed her wrists behind her back and shackled her ankles. A strap was passed around her arms, just above her elbows, and pulled tight, pinning her elbows together. She whimpered in pain as the straped was secured. She was taken to the prep room where she was given an enema. Her bonds remained on and weren't even loosened. Two guards carried her to the toilet and sat her down. She blushed in shame as she voided her bowels with an explosive rush. She'd been given a diuretic with her last meal and she urinated for the last time. They cleaned her off and combed her hair. One of the guards, a girl just year older than Jill, asked if she had any last request. Jill blushed and whispered her request. The guard turned to her fellow guards and asked them to leave the room for a moment. Then she turned to Jill and said, "I can't release you to masturbate but if you're willing I'll masturbate you." Jill, blushing in shame, whispered, "Please, would you mind?" The guard smiled and shook her head. "No, not at all." She kissed the doomed girl softly and fondled her tits for a moment. When Jill's nipples were hard and pointy the guard slipped one hand between Jill's legs and began to masturbate her. Jill's eyes widened in surprise when the guard's other hand slid down over her buttocks and she felt the tip of the guard's finger touch her anus. "OH! Oh my GOD! OH! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! In my ass! Please push it into my ass! OH! MY! GOD!" The guard pushed her finger into Jill's anus, triggering an intense orgasm! The most satisfying of her life! Afterward, with tears streaming down her face, Jill whispered, "Thank you. I wish we'd met before...." The guard summoned the others and then they walked Jill down the hall, out into the courtyard, and across to the gallows where she would die. Her intention had been to mount the steps bravely and die with dignity. But she began to sob and beg as she put her foot on the first step. "NO! PLEASE NO! You can't kill me! Oh my God, no!" She struggled, crying and screaming, as the guards carried her up the stairs to the platform where she continued to struggle until the same guard who'd just masturbated her drove her baton into Jill's belly. Jill sank to her knees, gasping for breath, while the noose was put in place and adjusted. She was dragged erect and the rope was drawn tight and tied off. There was no slack. When the trap door opened Jill would drop no more than six inches. There would be no quick death from a broken neck for her. The shackles were removed from her ankles. She stood there, weeping, while the warden read her death warrant. When the warden asked if she had any last words she shrugged and seemed to regain her dignity. "No, go ahead and kill me." The mother of one of the girls that had died in the accident pushed the lever that released the trap door. Jill dropped six inches and then began to kick as the rope tightened around her slender neck, cutting off her air. Her breasts bounced as she twisted and kicked. Her nipples were hard, her breasts tight. As her body turned she saw the young guard staring at her in horrified fascination. Neither knew that the pretty guard would kick her life away on the same gallows three months later. Jill's swollen tongue crept out of her mouth. Her lungs labored in vain for a last breath. Her eyes began to bulge out of her head from the internal pressure. Her long beautiful legs kicked one last time and then, suddenly, the rope broke and Jill dropped to the ground. The pretty guard, Katlin, rushed forward, removed the noose, and applied CPR until Jill was breathing on her own. Jill was taken to the prison hospital where her broken right leg was set. She remained in the prison hospital while the lawyers argued her fate. Her fate hinged on the original sentence that ".... you be hanged by the neck until you are dead." The prosecution argued that since she wasn't dead she clearly needed to be hanged again. The defense argued that had been dead when she hit the ground. "The fact that Jill Newkirk was revived by a guard is not her fault. She went to the gallows and she was hanged. She was clinically dead when she hit the ground. Therefore the sentence of the court had been carried out." Kaitlin testifed that Jill had not been breathing when she removed the noose from around her neck. The judge deliberated for three days before renderng his verdict. Jill Newkirk would go to the gallows again. That night, Kaitlin slipped into the prison ward and gave Jill the bad news. She stripped her uniform off and climbed into bed with the doomed girl. After an hour of passionate sex, Jill sat up in bed and smiled while Kaitlin strangled her with a length of rawhide. Three months later Kaitlin went to the gallows with a smile on her face after being convicted of murdering Jill. She was smiling because she knew Jill would be waiting for her on the other side. The End _________________________________________________________________ Join the world's largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+