Sarah's Second Chance
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“Please Anya? Please take me with you! They've got loads of unique work at the Border and I can't test out again until I make the quota!”
“Calm down Sarah, I was going to ask but ill warn you, there will be little time for sightseeing. And! We leave tonight!”
“Yes! Already packed!”, chimed the skinny blonde practically bouncing with joy.
Failing Phase 1 and nearly losing the apprenticeship with the Jessica case, Sarah hadn't been herself for weeks. Anya took pity and secretly accepted a tutoring role for the young southerner. She needed to build the girl back up and what better than some easy high volume work on the newly conquered Border?
—------------
Eva McCoy sweated in her thin prison jumpsuit. She silently cursed all those young women who'd come to their town and confidently convinced them of the righteousness of resisting the occupiers. Eva was no soldier, but her family was swept up in the fervor and Eva hated missing out.
Now she wanted nothing more than to go home and never speak to anyone again. She wanted to stretch out in her soft bed and dream of a romantic partner.
Instead she was stuck to this plastic matted cot in four point medical restraints. Like she was somehow dangerous! Her new nurse had come by minutes ago, she was like a ray of sunshine in Eva's eyes, nurse Sarah seemed so genuinely caring. She'd walked her through a full medical exam, the paperwork, and even informed her that pregnant women almost always get some kind of reprieve.
Eva tried to ask about her family but Sarah clammed up. She did like to talk about all kinds of stuff though. She was new to the area and had an odd accent. She said,”You need to focus on you and your baby right now honey.” And she was SO right. If only she'd done that at the beginning.
Supposedly she could order anything she wanted for dinner but she abstained. She settled for a handful of dry pretzels. She was grateful for the solitary cell on the medical ward. She wanted nothing more than to be alone to pray.
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Dawn came all too soon. Sarah came first thing in pink scrubs that were almost painful to look at after weeks of drab greys and blues. She got a series of enemas that despite Sarah's support, made her face burn with humiliation at the evil smells being deposited in the bed pan. Other nurses arrived to assist but it was Sarah who handled the I.V., injections, and ultrasound.
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It isn't fair! Kalani just found out that her sister Eva was going to be allowed to give birth. Kalani was still very much a Virginia, unlike her knocked up elder sister, and that should've been worth something. Instead she was just minutes away from her Date.
A severe looking Capitol nurse, Anya, had flown all the way in to ‘help’ with the enormous backlog at the women's prison. She was a chilly woman but she seemed competent at least. She oversaw the enemas, injections, shaving, and paperwork. She'd explained the purpose of having several wads of cotton balls stuffed up her rear end with Vaseline, and even the absorbent brief in garish pink they strapped around her waist seemed reasonable. Although she almost lost herself to somewhat hysterical giggles when the support nurses insisted on pulling the lacy black panties her family sent in, up over top the heavy padding.
Those panties had once made her feel sexy. She now felt anything but. As they helped her into her own short yellow dress and sensibly low heels, painted her face up with makeup, and let her say a few sad words into a recorder, it all felt so pointless.
She promised to stay calm and was allowed to walk the final hallway unencumbered, flanked by nurses. She got to pretend for just a short time that she was instead off to a rendezvous at the city dancehall. Her little dress flared as she added some swing to her hips but the mass between her legs kept throwing her off. Was she going crazy?
All too soon they arrived in an alcove outside a heavy door with a green light lit above it. Nurse Anya told her to lock her lips and open her jaws wide. Kalani did so without thinking and Anya expertly pushed a rubber lined steel ring gag behind her teeth. It wasn't oversized or anything crazy, her dentist was far worse, but it was uncomfortable and she felt like she was panting like a dog occasionally.
She felt Anya cinch and lock the gag behind her head, while the other nurses took their cue to wrap a wide black leather belt just above her hips. They worked together to guide her arms down and slightly back where her wrists were wrapped in padded leather cuffs attached to the sides of the large belt.
“Please be quiet and respectful inside the Vault. If you break the peace, we can make your experience far worse. You really don't want to wear a shock collar in there”
“Now, I'm going to open the door and you're going to follow my instructions carefully. Don't worry we won't rush”, said Anya right next to her right ear.
The door slid aside silently for all its weight as Anya commanded the local A.I. It was nearly a foot thick and the interior was somewhat dim. Anya nudged her forward. The room was set up like a wide hallway with a raised metal stage running parallel to the walkway. Every six feet or so was a small set of stairs. Each set led to a different numbered square painted on the stage itself. The opposite of the stage was a long wall lined with mirrors.
Kalani was surprised to find she wasn't alone in the strange room. But as she squinted and looked closer, her heart dropped. Two other prisoner women already stood in separate side by side squares several feet from one another. The first wore a conservative white blouse and a grey skirt. She too had a ring gag in her mouth with an impressive line of saliva wetting her nice blouse and awkwardly making her braless breasts more visible. A series of restraints held her limbs together along with a terrifying black noose thar kept her at attention facing the mirror.
Before she could check out the other, Kalani had to focus on slow stepping her way up her own set of steps and onto the #3 square painted large on the floor in black on gray. Looking sideways she counted six total squares. Then she looked dead ahead to find her own reflection just a couple feet away.
Her face was already sweating away her makeup and her eyes were reddened. The ring in her mouth looked grotesque. To her absolute mortification she realized the waist belt had pulled up her short dress to just partially reveal her black panties….and the bottom slope of the fucking diaper.
While Kalani stared, the nurses were already working. Restraint belts cinched across her chest and arms. One went over and around her thighs pressing them together tight and making her all the more aware of the unwanted padding. Her anus clenched a few times in fear on the cotton ball wadding, it felt so horribly wrong to feel as if it were perpetually half open, as stuffed as she was.
Two thick, padded leather cuffs wrapped her ankles and locked together with a very short chain that tinkled with every slight movement.
“Okay Miss McCoy, do you mind if I call you Kalani? Kalani, I'm going to fit the noose. Do your best not to move and it will help prevent any unnecessary pain or suffering during the procedure.”
Kalani, already still, froze. No wonder the others stood like weeping statues! She watched in the mirror with wide eyes as the winch released and nurse Anya gripped the rope and motioned another nurse to hold Kalani's hair aside. She felt like a kids doll as they handled her. Anya slipped the rope over Kalani’s head.
Kalani was surprised to find the material actually fairly soft and even a little flexible. It was not the rough fibrous material of days past.
There was a cloth on sliding cloth sound as she watched Anya tighten the noose and pulling the trailing tail back and up past Kalani's left ear. The nameless nurse gently tied the hair into a ponytail to prevent tangling with the rope. She was normally not a fan of ponytails buy if it kept her scalp from ripping out, all the better!
“Okay Kalani, we're going to grab the others, but I need you to be patient. Maybe take the time to, ahem, reflect and repent. Your grandparents and little sister have arrived to witness and have even bought a nice little urn with your name engraved on it. Your mother will be with you shortly as well but please remember that today is about YOU and the consequences of YOUR choices.”
With that she was left alone in her square. Kalani could feel her eyes well up, streaking her makeup as tears began to fall. She forgot all about #2 and berated herself again for being so damned naive.
#4 came in a short time later with a visibly annoyed Anya. The prisoner was much older than her but looked to have put up something of a fight. She had a metal amulet with angry red lights strapped tightly to her voice box and a quickly darkening bruise on the side of her neck. Kalani couldn't get a good look at her face past the skull compressing black leather muzzle gag and head harness.
The nurses got physical a forced her into the 4th square and secured her similarly except the woman was limp in their hands. Slowly her muscles began to respond after what must've been quite the shock to her neck. It wasnt until the woman finally looked up into the mirror that Kalani's heart seemed to stop.
Oh no! That's what Anya had meant! She was staring incredulously into the furious eyes of Laura McCoy, her mother!
“Let this be a lesson to all of you”, Anya snapped, “do not resist, we are just doing our jobs and we have the authority to make everything much harder.” Anya was mad but Kalani swore she saw the woman look over at her with pity. Then they stepped forward and noosed her mother while other hands used surgical scissors to cut away every scrap of Laura's clothing.
Kalani tried not to look, to not shame Laura further as her breasts came loose and sagged. They cut away her thick panties and tore off her incontinence brief to reveal the aged pussy Kalani had been born from 18 years ago.
She could see her mother desperately trying to catch her attention without making a sound. But she simply couldn't! She began to fidget in distress, but the noose rope slid along her sweaty skin and tightened ever so slightly. Until finally all she could do was stand still. Her mother, the brave fighter also seemed cowed now, frozen in the noosed embrace. Now only their eyes could move much and they seemed to have plenty of time.
—------
Anya sighed with relief as she finally got her morning run into the Long Vault. She wasn't used to this support team and was constantly making adjustments. She had the floor of the stage anchored just over 12ft off the floor of an open concrete pit. Witnesses sat behind glass in a large audience chamber 6 ft above the pit floor. Cameras recorded every angle from stage to the drop pit.
As she commanded the Vault door closed, she made her announcement,” Ladies, may I have your attention please? First off, thank you for being so patient. Usually this is a very personal experience but we have quite the backlog. I've just sealed this Vault. That means the likelihood of mercy has dropped to near zero. We will be proceeding in randomized order according to variant code 4.13.1. I will now allow our resident nun to make few statements while I complete a final inspection.
Anya went to each square while the ancient nun droned on about penitence. Two of the six accepted the wide obscuring leather mask for blindfolds, #’s 2 and 6. Then she carefully pushed at each prisoner. Their natural response to prevent falling, though impossible, would test strong resistance on the restraints.
“Each of you has been convicted of Capital crimes. Each of you are sentenced to a severity 3 death. You all have been chosen to be executed by hanging. Due to the treasonous, ungrateful, nature of your offenses, after the Empire graciously took you in after the war, each noose has been specially designed to heighten the likelihood of strangulation.”
“Witnesses wait on the other side of the trap doors. Perhaps you can help convey to them the folly of rebellion while you are punished. May the next life be brighter.”
“Okaaay, first up is…”
—----------
Kalani shuddered as three warning beeps cut the heavy silence of panting scared women. There was a single startled yelp and a rush of air as #6 fell through the trapdoor. One second the weeping red head was there and the next it was only a brighter light shining up through the open square and a rope snapping taut. Then at full extension it slackened and they heard desperate coughing before it went taut again after the bounce.
Kalani's eyes began to dilate and her breathing quickened as the fear built. Nurse Anya was reading out specific death warrants in a monotone drawl. Just another ritual day at the office for her!
As Kalani watched #1 drop, she realized she was acting like a damned fool and finally met her mother's pleading eyes. Time slowed as she tried to convey love and forgiveness as hard as she could until suddenly she was replaced with a swinging rope.
Then time caught up and Kalani herself felt her stomach rise up into her throat as she fell. She tried to scream but like the others, her dry mouth only yelped somewhat before the rope wrenched on her neck hard.
She was near blinded by the bright lights bur could see the audience window just below and in front of her. She couldn't even process the view though as she bounced upwards and the noose seemed to flex somewhat, enough for a great hacking cough before becoming even tighter as she began to suffocate.
The pressure on her trachea was to be expected but the downward pull on her neck was simply incredible. The other women hanging around her writhed in agony. Not a single one broke their necks. Tied in the way they were, they struggled in odd undulating waves like worms on a hook. Some swung side to side desperately searching for relief, whole others tried a jumping motion that set them spinning.
Kalani’s eyes quickly teared up and her blood pressure skyrocketed as she quickly learned each spasmodic lurch only crushed her neck more as it kept tightening. Still she couldn't help but struggle and out of the corner if her eye, she could see her mom convulsing. She felt warm water hit her in the hands and right leg. Even in massive pain, a tiny part of her brain laughed madly when she realized Laura was pissing on her in pressurized squirts.
It must have caused a switch to flip in her own body as she promptly began urinating into her diaper. As it got heavy, she could feel it expand down towards her thigh belts. Her twisting movements caused her dainty dress to flare up and clearly expose her piss stained diaper bulging around her stretched out panties. She hoped the audience appreciated the show as she swung and danced.
What the hell is taking so long?! She hadn't foreseen the severe nerve pain caused by the compression and literal stretching of her spine. It was as if she were being continually struck by lightning and her contorted hands and feet reflected that.
The rope maintained its death grip and Kalani's head was slowly forced up and to the left. She could feel the blood pooling in her face. Her facial muscles spasming erratically. Her lips, tongue, and eyes began to swell unnaturally. Her ears thundered like a waterfall. She could just glimpse the horrifying purpling face of her mother who was only seconds ahead of her. It looked like her eyes were vacating her skull.
Kalani soon felt her own eyes attempting to push past her squeezing eyelids. It was the most head pounding painful experience. She hand no idea the drugs given to her before kept her conscious.
Her tongue stuck out of the ring as if it could pull in air somehow. Blood filled her mouth slowly as her nose bled down her closed off throat. She couldn't pull in air but she couldn't expel any of the bad air lingering in her tortured lungs.
Her hands and feet continued grasping while they went numb and tingly. The rest of her body thrashed much less. Every woman battled with less vigor and blood began to join saliva on their clothes from every orifice in the skull. Every woman's crotch bulged obscenely except her mothers who was in the process of violently defecating oily wads of cotton. Eventually it just hung in strings from her anus like a torn up stuffed animal. Death wasnt pretty or easy for Laura.
Kalani felt like a bomb had detonated in her skull. Blinded and suffering in darkness, Kalani continued to perceive. Her entire body weight had wrenched her neck until finally a few minutes passed and her neck gave out with a wet pop and her spinal cord shredded. The final shock to her system was enough for multiple brain based veins to burst and kill the poor girl.
—-----
Anya watched the six swaying ropes slowly still. In another 15 minutes the audience would be gone and she could reel these bitches in, grab her equipment and drop their freaky giraffe necked bodies directly into the crematory chutes. Then maybe she could have another coffee!
She was going to skip a big lunch to go watch Sarah work. It was more complex than a simple group hanging. And executing someone in their birthing chair would be something rare to see indeed!
“Please Anya? Please take me with you! They've got loads of unique work at the Border and I can't test out again until I make the quota!”
“Calm down Sarah, I was going to ask but ill warn you, there will be little time for sightseeing. And! We leave tonight!”
“Yes! Already packed!”, chimed the skinny blonde practically bouncing with joy.
Failing Phase 1 and nearly losing the apprenticeship with the Jessica case, Sarah hadn't been herself for weeks. Anya took pity and secretly accepted a tutoring role for the young southerner. She needed to build the girl back up and what better than some easy high volume work on the newly conquered Border?
—------------
Eva McCoy sweated in her thin prison jumpsuit. She silently cursed all those young women who'd come to their town and confidently convinced them of the righteousness of resisting the occupiers. Eva was no soldier, but her family was swept up in the fervor and Eva hated missing out.
Now she wanted nothing more than to go home and never speak to anyone again. She wanted to stretch out in her soft bed and dream of a romantic partner.
Instead she was stuck to this plastic matted cot in four point medical restraints. Like she was somehow dangerous! Her new nurse had come by minutes ago, she was like a ray of sunshine in Eva's eyes, nurse Sarah seemed so genuinely caring. She'd walked her through a full medical exam, the paperwork, and even informed her that pregnant women almost always get some kind of reprieve.
Eva tried to ask about her family but Sarah clammed up. She did like to talk about all kinds of stuff though. She was new to the area and had an odd accent. She said,”You need to focus on you and your baby right now honey.” And she was SO right. If only she'd done that at the beginning.
Supposedly she could order anything she wanted for dinner but she abstained. She settled for a handful of dry pretzels. She was grateful for the solitary cell on the medical ward. She wanted nothing more than to be alone to pray.
—------------
Dawn came all too soon. Sarah came first thing in pink scrubs that were almost painful to look at after weeks of drab greys and blues. She got a series of enemas that despite Sarah's support, made her face burn with humiliation at the evil smells being deposited in the bed pan. Other nurses arrived to assist but it was Sarah who handled the I.V., injections, and ultrasound.
—------------
It isn't fair! Kalani just found out that her sister Eva was going to be allowed to give birth. Kalani was still very much a Virginia, unlike her knocked up elder sister, and that should've been worth something. Instead she was just minutes away from her Date.
A severe looking Capitol nurse, Anya, had flown all the way in to ‘help’ with the enormous backlog at the women's prison. She was a chilly woman but she seemed competent at least. She oversaw the enemas, injections, shaving, and paperwork. She'd explained the purpose of having several wads of cotton balls stuffed up her rear end with Vaseline, and even the absorbent brief in garish pink they strapped around her waist seemed reasonable. Although she almost lost herself to somewhat hysterical giggles when the support nurses insisted on pulling the lacy black panties her family sent in, up over top the heavy padding.
Those panties had once made her feel sexy. She now felt anything but. As they helped her into her own short yellow dress and sensibly low heels, painted her face up with makeup, and let her say a few sad words into a recorder, it all felt so pointless.
She promised to stay calm and was allowed to walk the final hallway unencumbered, flanked by nurses. She got to pretend for just a short time that she was instead off to a rendezvous at the city dancehall. Her little dress flared as she added some swing to her hips but the mass between her legs kept throwing her off. Was she going crazy?
All too soon they arrived in an alcove outside a heavy door with a green light lit above it. Nurse Anya told her to lock her lips and open her jaws wide. Kalani did so without thinking and Anya expertly pushed a rubber lined steel ring gag behind her teeth. It wasn't oversized or anything crazy, her dentist was far worse, but it was uncomfortable and she felt like she was panting like a dog occasionally.
She felt Anya cinch and lock the gag behind her head, while the other nurses took their cue to wrap a wide black leather belt just above her hips. They worked together to guide her arms down and slightly back where her wrists were wrapped in padded leather cuffs attached to the sides of the large belt.
“Please be quiet and respectful inside the Vault. If you break the peace, we can make your experience far worse. You really don't want to wear a shock collar in there”
“Now, I'm going to open the door and you're going to follow my instructions carefully. Don't worry we won't rush”, said Anya right next to her right ear.
The door slid aside silently for all its weight as Anya commanded the local A.I. It was nearly a foot thick and the interior was somewhat dim. Anya nudged her forward. The room was set up like a wide hallway with a raised metal stage running parallel to the walkway. Every six feet or so was a small set of stairs. Each set led to a different numbered square painted on the stage itself. The opposite of the stage was a long wall lined with mirrors.
Kalani was surprised to find she wasn't alone in the strange room. But as she squinted and looked closer, her heart dropped. Two other prisoner women already stood in separate side by side squares several feet from one another. The first wore a conservative white blouse and a grey skirt. She too had a ring gag in her mouth with an impressive line of saliva wetting her nice blouse and awkwardly making her braless breasts more visible. A series of restraints held her limbs together along with a terrifying black noose thar kept her at attention facing the mirror.
Before she could check out the other, Kalani had to focus on slow stepping her way up her own set of steps and onto the #3 square painted large on the floor in black on gray. Looking sideways she counted six total squares. Then she looked dead ahead to find her own reflection just a couple feet away.
Her face was already sweating away her makeup and her eyes were reddened. The ring in her mouth looked grotesque. To her absolute mortification she realized the waist belt had pulled up her short dress to just partially reveal her black panties….and the bottom slope of the fucking diaper.
While Kalani stared, the nurses were already working. Restraint belts cinched across her chest and arms. One went over and around her thighs pressing them together tight and making her all the more aware of the unwanted padding. Her anus clenched a few times in fear on the cotton ball wadding, it felt so horribly wrong to feel as if it were perpetually half open, as stuffed as she was.
Two thick, padded leather cuffs wrapped her ankles and locked together with a very short chain that tinkled with every slight movement.
“Okay Miss McCoy, do you mind if I call you Kalani? Kalani, I'm going to fit the noose. Do your best not to move and it will help prevent any unnecessary pain or suffering during the procedure.”
Kalani, already still, froze. No wonder the others stood like weeping statues! She watched in the mirror with wide eyes as the winch released and nurse Anya gripped the rope and motioned another nurse to hold Kalani's hair aside. She felt like a kids doll as they handled her. Anya slipped the rope over Kalani’s head.
Kalani was surprised to find the material actually fairly soft and even a little flexible. It was not the rough fibrous material of days past.
There was a cloth on sliding cloth sound as she watched Anya tighten the noose and pulling the trailing tail back and up past Kalani's left ear. The nameless nurse gently tied the hair into a ponytail to prevent tangling with the rope. She was normally not a fan of ponytails buy if it kept her scalp from ripping out, all the better!
“Okay Kalani, we're going to grab the others, but I need you to be patient. Maybe take the time to, ahem, reflect and repent. Your grandparents and little sister have arrived to witness and have even bought a nice little urn with your name engraved on it. Your mother will be with you shortly as well but please remember that today is about YOU and the consequences of YOUR choices.”
With that she was left alone in her square. Kalani could feel her eyes well up, streaking her makeup as tears began to fall. She forgot all about #2 and berated herself again for being so damned naive.
#4 came in a short time later with a visibly annoyed Anya. The prisoner was much older than her but looked to have put up something of a fight. She had a metal amulet with angry red lights strapped tightly to her voice box and a quickly darkening bruise on the side of her neck. Kalani couldn't get a good look at her face past the skull compressing black leather muzzle gag and head harness.
The nurses got physical a forced her into the 4th square and secured her similarly except the woman was limp in their hands. Slowly her muscles began to respond after what must've been quite the shock to her neck. It wasnt until the woman finally looked up into the mirror that Kalani's heart seemed to stop.
Oh no! That's what Anya had meant! She was staring incredulously into the furious eyes of Laura McCoy, her mother!
“Let this be a lesson to all of you”, Anya snapped, “do not resist, we are just doing our jobs and we have the authority to make everything much harder.” Anya was mad but Kalani swore she saw the woman look over at her with pity. Then they stepped forward and noosed her mother while other hands used surgical scissors to cut away every scrap of Laura's clothing.
Kalani tried not to look, to not shame Laura further as her breasts came loose and sagged. They cut away her thick panties and tore off her incontinence brief to reveal the aged pussy Kalani had been born from 18 years ago.
She could see her mother desperately trying to catch her attention without making a sound. But she simply couldn't! She began to fidget in distress, but the noose rope slid along her sweaty skin and tightened ever so slightly. Until finally all she could do was stand still. Her mother, the brave fighter also seemed cowed now, frozen in the noosed embrace. Now only their eyes could move much and they seemed to have plenty of time.
—------
Anya sighed with relief as she finally got her morning run into the Long Vault. She wasn't used to this support team and was constantly making adjustments. She had the floor of the stage anchored just over 12ft off the floor of an open concrete pit. Witnesses sat behind glass in a large audience chamber 6 ft above the pit floor. Cameras recorded every angle from stage to the drop pit.
As she commanded the Vault door closed, she made her announcement,” Ladies, may I have your attention please? First off, thank you for being so patient. Usually this is a very personal experience but we have quite the backlog. I've just sealed this Vault. That means the likelihood of mercy has dropped to near zero. We will be proceeding in randomized order according to variant code 4.13.1. I will now allow our resident nun to make few statements while I complete a final inspection.
Anya went to each square while the ancient nun droned on about penitence. Two of the six accepted the wide obscuring leather mask for blindfolds, #’s 2 and 6. Then she carefully pushed at each prisoner. Their natural response to prevent falling, though impossible, would test strong resistance on the restraints.
“Each of you has been convicted of Capital crimes. Each of you are sentenced to a severity 3 death. You all have been chosen to be executed by hanging. Due to the treasonous, ungrateful, nature of your offenses, after the Empire graciously took you in after the war, each noose has been specially designed to heighten the likelihood of strangulation.”
“Witnesses wait on the other side of the trap doors. Perhaps you can help convey to them the folly of rebellion while you are punished. May the next life be brighter.”
“Okaaay, first up is…”
—----------
Kalani shuddered as three warning beeps cut the heavy silence of panting scared women. There was a single startled yelp and a rush of air as #6 fell through the trapdoor. One second the weeping red head was there and the next it was only a brighter light shining up through the open square and a rope snapping taut. Then at full extension it slackened and they heard desperate coughing before it went taut again after the bounce.
Kalani's eyes began to dilate and her breathing quickened as the fear built. Nurse Anya was reading out specific death warrants in a monotone drawl. Just another ritual day at the office for her!
As Kalani watched #1 drop, she realized she was acting like a damned fool and finally met her mother's pleading eyes. Time slowed as she tried to convey love and forgiveness as hard as she could until suddenly she was replaced with a swinging rope.
Then time caught up and Kalani herself felt her stomach rise up into her throat as she fell. She tried to scream but like the others, her dry mouth only yelped somewhat before the rope wrenched on her neck hard.
She was near blinded by the bright lights bur could see the audience window just below and in front of her. She couldn't even process the view though as she bounced upwards and the noose seemed to flex somewhat, enough for a great hacking cough before becoming even tighter as she began to suffocate.
The pressure on her trachea was to be expected but the downward pull on her neck was simply incredible. The other women hanging around her writhed in agony. Not a single one broke their necks. Tied in the way they were, they struggled in odd undulating waves like worms on a hook. Some swung side to side desperately searching for relief, whole others tried a jumping motion that set them spinning.
Kalani’s eyes quickly teared up and her blood pressure skyrocketed as she quickly learned each spasmodic lurch only crushed her neck more as it kept tightening. Still she couldn't help but struggle and out of the corner if her eye, she could see her mom convulsing. She felt warm water hit her in the hands and right leg. Even in massive pain, a tiny part of her brain laughed madly when she realized Laura was pissing on her in pressurized squirts.
It must have caused a switch to flip in her own body as she promptly began urinating into her diaper. As it got heavy, she could feel it expand down towards her thigh belts. Her twisting movements caused her dainty dress to flare up and clearly expose her piss stained diaper bulging around her stretched out panties. She hoped the audience appreciated the show as she swung and danced.
What the hell is taking so long?! She hadn't foreseen the severe nerve pain caused by the compression and literal stretching of her spine. It was as if she were being continually struck by lightning and her contorted hands and feet reflected that.
The rope maintained its death grip and Kalani's head was slowly forced up and to the left. She could feel the blood pooling in her face. Her facial muscles spasming erratically. Her lips, tongue, and eyes began to swell unnaturally. Her ears thundered like a waterfall. She could just glimpse the horrifying purpling face of her mother who was only seconds ahead of her. It looked like her eyes were vacating her skull.
Kalani soon felt her own eyes attempting to push past her squeezing eyelids. It was the most head pounding painful experience. She hand no idea the drugs given to her before kept her conscious.
Her tongue stuck out of the ring as if it could pull in air somehow. Blood filled her mouth slowly as her nose bled down her closed off throat. She couldn't pull in air but she couldn't expel any of the bad air lingering in her tortured lungs.
Her hands and feet continued grasping while they went numb and tingly. The rest of her body thrashed much less. Every woman battled with less vigor and blood began to join saliva on their clothes from every orifice in the skull. Every woman's crotch bulged obscenely except her mothers who was in the process of violently defecating oily wads of cotton. Eventually it just hung in strings from her anus like a torn up stuffed animal. Death wasnt pretty or easy for Laura.
Kalani felt like a bomb had detonated in her skull. Blinded and suffering in darkness, Kalani continued to perceive. Her entire body weight had wrenched her neck until finally a few minutes passed and her neck gave out with a wet pop and her spinal cord shredded. The final shock to her system was enough for multiple brain based veins to burst and kill the poor girl.
—-----
Anya watched the six swaying ropes slowly still. In another 15 minutes the audience would be gone and she could reel these bitches in, grab her equipment and drop their freaky giraffe necked bodies directly into the crematory chutes. Then maybe she could have another coffee!
She was going to skip a big lunch to go watch Sarah work. It was more complex than a simple group hanging. And executing someone in their birthing chair would be something rare to see indeed!
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