Melissa had been told the previous night that her
execution was to proceed as scheduled. It shouldn't
really have surprised her since a woman between the age
of sixteen and twenty five had never gotten a reprieve.
However every condemned woman who had ever fallen into
that category had always hoped that she would be the
first and Melissa had been no exception.
Melissa sat sobbing and shivering in her cell. She was
naked but for the compulsory black stockings and high
heels which regulations stated all condemned female
prisoners must wear for their Execution.
Melissa herself had witnessed an execution on her first
day at the prison and it had haunted her every waking
moment ever since.
A beautiful dark haired seventeen year old girl had
been secured to some kind of a table which held her
arms and legs wide apart. She was of course naked
except for the regulation black stockings and high
heels.
Melissa remembered the girl's desperate screams as she
was secured to the dreadful table by two female guards.
The Executioner had then taken his place and began to
slowly torture the helpless girl. He began by cutting
off the small hard ends of her nipples. Melissa was
ashamed to admit that she had felt aroused at this
sight and remembered needing to finger her wet cunt as
the helpless girl's screams got louder and louder as
her pain intensified.
After the Executioner had cut off both of the girl's
nipples he then proceeded to slice off the girl's whole
breasts, seemingly oblivious to the girl's agonised
screams.
Just as Melissa had thought that it couldn't have
gotten any worse for the poor girl, the Executioner had
discarded his long curved knife for a cruel looking saw
which appeared dark brown, either from rust, or more
likely Melissa thought, from the blood of previous
victims.
The sickly sound of the saw cutting into the doomed
girl's pelvis had been drowned out by her screams which
reached new heights as the cruel blade bit deeper and
deeper into the helpless girl's pain wracked body.
Eventually the girl's screams died down to become faint
gasps for breath as the Executioner lifted her shapely
severed leg away from the table.
To her shame, Melissa had cum at the sight of the girl
being so mercilessly tortured. Her thick white juices
ran down her own sexy legs as she now heard the
sickening sound of the saw grinding away at the dying
girl's remaining leg. Melissa had prayed for the girl
to die and thus be released from her agony. Her death
didn't come quickly enough for Melissa.
Melissa knew that it was her sentence to die in the
same way, although she had been told that her tits
weren't big enough to be cut off. For the first time in
her life she had been grateful for the fact that she
had small and unimpressive tits.
Melissa's mind returned to the present as she sat in
the cold cell she ran her soft slender hands up her
subtle nylon encased thighs. She looked down at her
long slender legs. She may have had small tits, but she
had beautiful long smooth legs and had been envied all
through school and college. She had even done some
modelling for a hosiery company to pay her way through
college. She stroked her legs repeatedly, partly with
pride but partly also to reassure herself that they
were still attached to her slim body.
She thought again of the girl whose execution she had
witnessed. Her screams had been horrendous. The look of
terror in her beautiful face had been burned into
Melissa's memory. She also recalled the girl's
desperate pleas for mercy. Some of the other prisoners
had tried to show disgust at the helpless girl's
weakness.
Melissa had simply cried in empathy for what the girl
was going through. The spectacle had left her shaken
and she spent the following nights imagining what it
was going to be like to be so helpless and have the
same done to her own body. She was now going to find
out in a few short hours.
Melissa was snapped out of her fearful thoughts by the
sound of a key in the door of her cell. She gave a
short sharp cry as the door opened and a female guard
walked into the cell. The guard looked down between
Mel's parted legs to see that she had begun fingering
her wet cunt.
Melissa pulled her finger out of her cunt and began to
sob more heavily. "Is - is it time yet?" She was barely
able to ask through her choked sobs.
The guard smiled a wicked smile. "You must be eager to
die?" She asked.
Melissa shook her head frantically. "No!" She cried in
despair. "I don't want to die! Please help me! Please!"
The guard laughed cruelly. "Of course I'll help you."
She said sarcastically. "I'll just let you escape and
then when I'm found out the Executioner can saw off my
legs instead!"
Melissa looked into the guard's mocking eyes, and
realised how pathetic and she must have sounded.
"Anyway," Said the guard, "It's not quite time for you
to die just yet. You're to be given to the Executioner.
He wants to enjoy your body for a few hours before he
executes you."
Melissa's eyes widened in fear and confusion. "I - I
don't understand." She sobbed.
"Simply put," said the young female guard, showing that
she was beginning to loose her patience, "the
Executioner wants you to fulfill his needs before he
executes you."
Melissa burst into tears. She was now expected to have
sex with the man whose job it was to end her life.
"I won't do it!" Screamed Melissa trying to sound
defiant but in reality she was sounding more frightened
by the second.
The guard laughed again. "Oh, but you will." She said
plainly. "Because this is the only chance you have of
dying a relatively quick death. Please the Executioner
and he might take pity on you. But neither he nor I
will deceive you: You are going to die tonight!"
The guard's words hit Melissa hard and she found it
difficult to breathe. Oh, god! She thought to herself,
it's really going to happen. I'm really going to die!
"The Executioner will come and 'visit' you soon." Said
the guard and she turned and walked out of the cell and
locked the door once more.
Melissa fell backward onto the bench which served as a
bed and cried into the pillow.
* * *
The guard hadn't left long before Melissa heard
footsteps outside the cell. Then she heard the key in
the door once more and the same guard opened the cell
door and waited while a tall muscular man entered.
He was naked but for a leather hood over his head which
revealed only his eyes and mouth. He sported a huge
erection. Melissa winced at the sight of his massive
cock but secretly found herself wanting it inside her
body and to taste it in her mouth. It didn't take much
working out that she was about to get her wish.
The guard smiled and squeezed the man's hard cock with
her hand. "Enjoy her." She said. "I'm on witness duty
so I'll be along to watch her die."
"I'll be sure to make extra sexy." Said the Executioner
in a dulcet tone.
What does he mean by that? Thought Melissa to herself.
The guard grabbed his hard cock again. "Don't you
always?" She said and turned and exited the cell
locking the door behind her.
Melissa was now paralysed with fear at being locked in
a cell with the man whose job it was to execute her.
"I hope you're feeling sexy." Said the man. "Because I
need a sexy girl to please me. You've got no idea how
much horny I get executing beautiful girls."
In actual fact, Melissa imagined that she had a very
good idea. Any man with that sort of power over women
must be constantly horny, she thought.
"Please, don't kill me." Melissa cried in her most
pathetic tone yet.
"That's out of my hands." said the Executioner. "It's
the law which states that you must die, not me. I just
do the killing."
"Do - do you enjoy it?" Asked Melissa and immediately
felt stupid for having asked such an obvious question.
The Executioner laughed. "I see the fear is starting to
set in nicely." He said. "All the nervous and
nonsensical questions are starting to come out. But in
answer to your question, yes, I do enjoy my job. What
man wouldn't?"
None that I've ever known. Melissa thought to herself.
The Executioner moved towards her. Melissa tried to
back away but since she was already backed up against a
wall, she had nowhere left to retreat to. Her fear was
intensifying with each passing second.
"Please!" She pleaded. "Please don't make me do this.
I'm begging you."
"And I like the sound of a frightened girl begging."
Said the Executioner. "It makes me want you all the
more."
Melissa shook her head. "I won't do it!" She cried.
"Even if it buys you a quicker death?" Asked the
Executioner.
"Promise me you won't kill me." Melissa pleaded.
"Please. I'll do anything you want if you promise to
let me live. Anything at all, I promise!"
The Executioner considered this for a moment and
nodded. "I think that some agreement can be reached
here after all." He said. "Of course I'd need to know
that it's going to be worth my while" He looked down at
his erect cock then towards Melissa. She nodded a sigh
of relief and gratitude then she took his hard cock in
her soft trembling hands and slowly caressed it.
"Oh, thank you!" Cried Melissa. "Thank you so much! I
really thought I was going to die! I was so scared!"
Melissa burst into a fresh flood of tears as she took
the Executioner's massive hard cock into her shaking
hands and then guided it into her quivering mouth. She
sucked it with expertise, curling her soft tongue
around its haft and touching its raw end with the tip
of her delicate tongue.
Thank god I paid attention in Oral Sex classes at
school. She thought.
The Executioner moaned in delight and looked down at
the pathetic girl kneeling before him sucking his cock.
Melissa wrapped her slender arms around the
Executioner's firm muscular waist and held tightly. He
felt his climax approach as his moans got louder and
more frantic.
Melissa could also feel his ejaculation coming as his
cock throbbed and pulsated wildly in her mouth.
He came in a torrent of thick hot cum which filled
Melissa's mouth.
"Swallow!" The Executioner commanded her. "Swallow it
all!"
Melissa was too frightened to do anything else.
Hungrily she drank down the hot salty cum and held his
waist tighter as his cock seemed to produce even more
seed to fill her mouth with. Melissa swallowed all of
his hot deposit but didn't dare take his cock out of
her mouth until he commanded her to do so.
"Lick it clean." The Executioner said as he finally
withdrew his cock from Melissa's mouth. It was still
reasonably hard as she delicately licked all traces of
cum from its raw end.
"Did you enjoy that?" Asked the Executioner in a
mocking tone.
"Y - yes." Melissa lied. "There was so much of it. How
can you keep coming for so long?"
"That's what power over women does to men. It makes us
more virile." Melissa had no problem believing that
.
"Now," said the Executioner, "Lie down with your legs
wide apart"
Melissa's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"Well you've got other orifices that are well suited to
having a hard cock put into them." Said the
Executioner.
"I thought we were finished." Said Melissa desperately.
"What?" Said the Executioner incredulously. "You
thought your life was worth just one blow-job? Think
again!"
Melissa's tears increased again. "Please don't rape
me." She pleaded.
"There's no such thing as rape anymore." Said the
Executioner. "Men take what they need from little sluts
like you and there's nothing you can do about it."
Melissa knew that this was true. The law had
drastically changed in the last few years and women,
especially beautiful women, were little more than
slaves to be used and disposed of by men. Dozens if not
hundreds of girls and women were executed every day for
supposed crimes against manhood. In truth they were
just excuses to allow men to dominate and own women.
The inhumanity of it all was never questioned.
Melissa looked at the Executioner's hard cock and
despite being secretly impressed, she feared it going
into her small cunt. "I don't think I could take you
inside me." She whimpered. "Please. It'll hurt too
much."
"As much as your legs being sawed off?" Asked the
Executioner with a laugh. "Besides, your cunt's
flexible enough to pass a baby through it. Or didn't
you pay attention in Human Biology?"
Melissa touched her smooth nylon clad thighs
involuntarily. "No." She sobbed. "Please be gentle with
me. I've got a really sensitive cunt." The
Executioner's face lit up and Melissa realised that she
had said the wrong thing.
"Now lie back." Said the Executioner once again. "And
open your lovely legs nice and wide. I won't repeat
myself a third time."
Terrified, Melissa obeyed. She lay back on the rough
bed and spread her luscious long legs. As she did she
felt her cunt throb in frightened anticipation of the
impending intrusion into her body.
The Executioner lay on top of her and put his mouth to
her small nipples. They were already hard as he sucked
and kissed them. Melissa began to moan as she enjoyed
the sensation which was transmitted from her nipples
throughout her body. Her moans became a sharp scream as
he bit down hard on her sensitive nipple then laughed a
cruel, almost maniacal laugh.
The Executioner then moved down, kissing Melissa's
navel then down further still until he came to her
shaved cunt. It was smooth and glistening with her
sweet juices. He kissed the lips of her cunt as though
it was her mouth.
Melissa moaned loudly, her fear was quickly diminishing
and being replaced by ecstasy. "Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!" She
moaned as the Executioner rimmed her cunt with his
tongue. Her juices were beginning to flow more freely
now as the Executioner pushed his tongue into her most
intimate moist opening and with the same expertise she
had shown with his cock, used his tongue to lick inside
her. He pressed the tip of his tongue to her already
over-stimulated clitoris and caused her to scream out
in ecstasy. Then he probed deeper into her channel as
her cunt throbbed and contracted tightly around his
tongue.
Melissa couldn't hold out any longer. She screamed as
her shuddering body surrendered itself to an earth
shattering orgasm. Her girl-cum came out of her body
every bit as thick and potent as the Executioner's had
been. He licked it up with the zeal of someone who was
starving.
Melissa's fears were forgotten. All that mattered now
was that she was in sheer orgasmic ecstasy and that the
universe itself revolved around her.
The Executioner took his mouth away from between her
parted legs and kissed his way back up to Melissa's
face.
Melissa kissed him full on his mouth and tasted her own
juices.
"Fuck me!" Gasped Melissa. "Please fuck me!" She
reached down with her hand and took hold of his hard
cock and guided it to the wet opening between her legs.
She moaned as he rammed the rock hard pole of flesh
into her. The size no longer mattered to her even
though she cried in pain as it got deeper and deeper
into her; she decided that it was a good pain.
Once his cock was swallowed up by Melissa's now eager
cunt, the Executioner began to thrust into her moaning
and grunting loudly. Melissa wrapped her beautiful
stockinged legs around his body and he shuddered from
the sensation of the smooth nylon against his hard
muscular form.
Melissa's moans matched his own as they fucked
vigorously for several minutes before reaching a
synchronised orgasm. They both moaned in ecstasy one
final time then went limp in each other's arms,
exhausted.
The Executioner remained on top of Melissa, his cock
still impressively hard inside her. Melissa's stroked
the Executioner's muscular back with her soft hands.
"Thank you." She whispered to him. "That was the best
fuck I've ever had."
"That's because you were frightened and because I've
had lots of practice." Said the Executioner smiling.
"But I must admit you've been the best in a long time."
He stared into her clear blue eyes. "Maybe a grateful
girl is just as sexy as a frightened girl." He said.
"What do you mean?" Asked Melissa still dizzy with the
euphoria of her orgasm.
"Well most girls are willing to please me because they
think it will save their lives." The Executioner
explained.
"You were the opposite." He continued. "You pleased me
because you thought I was going to spare your life."
As his words registered in her brain Melissa's eyes
widened in terror. "What do you mean?" She said as
panic began to fill her once more. "You said you
wouldn't kill me. You promised!"
The Executioner looked into her fear stricken eyes; the
hardness of his cock intensifying inside her once
again. "I said we might be able to come to an
arrangement." He laughed. "That arrangement being that
I don't intentionally kill you. But I still have to cut
off your legs. If you die while I'm doing that then its
incidental and therefore not my doing."
"No!" Screamed Melissa. "No! Please!"
The Executioner began pumping his cock into her again.
"Ahh! That's more like it." He said between moans and
grunts. "Now we're back to being a frightened girl."
Melissa dug her long fingernails into the Executioner's
back drawing blood.
"Ohh! Yessss!" He moaned. "That's it, try to fight it."
"BASTARD!" Screamed Melissa. "You fucking bastard!"
The Executioner only laughed at her pathetic attempts
to free herself. "Oh I'm so going to enjoy executing
you!" He gasped as he ejaculated once more inside her
cunt. Melissa screamed as she felt his hot cum burn its
way into her body.
"No! Nooo! Noooooo!" Screamed Melissa as he finally
finished emptying his load into her. When the last of
his cum had left his cock and entered Melissa's
trembling body he withdrew from her cunt and stood up
from the bed leaving Melissa sobbing and gently
stroking her painful little cunt as she tried to sooth
the violent stinging sensation the Executioner's big
cock had left it feeling.
The Executioner knocked on the cell door and the female
guard unlocked it once more.
"It certainly sounded like you had a good time?" Said
the guard looking at his huge cock and then over to
where Melissa lay sobbing and nursing her violated
cunt.
"Oh she was good, no doubt there." He said pleased with
himself. "She really thought that I wouldn't execute
her! I still can't believe how gullible these stupid
little bitches are." He said laughing.
"Gullible or just so desperate to live they'll believe
anything." Suggested the guard. "Anyway," she
continued, "are you going to fuck me after the
execution?"
"Of course." Said the executioner "But for now I'll be
in the execution chamber. Make sure she's brought to me
ten minutes before midnight."
"Certainly." Said the guard and the Executioner walked
away to prepare to carry out his official duty.
* * *
The guard turned and fully entered the cell where
Melissa still lay sobbing on the bed. The guard sat
beside her and began to stroke Melissa's nylon covered
thighs. "It's nearly time for you to die." Said the
guard in a cruel condescending tone. Melissa's body
convulsed at the woman's touch.
"Does your cunt hurt?" Asked the woman in the same
tone.
"Yes." Melissa whimpered, tears flowing freely down her
face.
The guard gently parted Melissa's legs and took her
hand away from her ravaged swollen red cunt. "Here,"
Said the guard. "Let me kiss it better."
Melissa began to protest but the guard had already put
her mouth to her sore cunt. Melissa moaned as the
woman's gentle lips softly kissed her cunt. Despite
being violated once more, Melissa's pain did seem to
ease a little.
The woman looked up at Melissa and smiled. "Is that
better?" She asked.
"Yes." Said Melissa. "Thank you."
The woman kissed her cunt again. "You taste nice." She
said. "And there's no need to thank me, after all, I
won't be able to kiss you better when your legs get cut
off." Melissa burst into tears as the guard began to
laugh again. She checked her watch. "It's time." She
said.
Melissa screamed her loudest yet.
* * *
Melissa had to be dragged to the execution chamber. She
had been unable to stand and it had taken three female
guards to take her from her cell. All the time she
screamed and kicked in protest much to the amusement of
the guards.
Once in the execution chamber the three guards had
secured Melissa onto a table which held her fast and
helpless with her arms and legs spread wide apart.
On the table Melissa had felt herself cum in fear. One
of the female guards was quick to lick it up taking the
opportunity to stick her tongue into Melissa's aroused
cunt, before retaking her place as a legally required
witness.
Also present in the execution chamber was the prison
Governor who had insisted that things be done by the
book and six prisoners from the latest intake who, like
Melissa when she had first arrived were being shown an
execution so as they would be left to contemplate their
fates in fear.
With all relevant persons present the Governor read
from the execution order. "Melissa Grayson, aged
nineteen, you are hereby sentenced to death for
offences against manhood. The sentence being that your
legs are to be sawed from your body whilst you are
still alive."
Melissa screamed and helplessly struggled against her
restraints. "No! Nooooo! Nooooooooooooo!" She cried as
the Executioner took his place. He stood before the
table wielding a large saw, the same one Melissa had
watched him use on the girl she had seen executed all
those weeks ago.
The Executioner took a few moments to let everybody
savour Melissa's screams.
Melissa pulled futilely at the broad leather straps
which held her wrists and ankles. Her heart pounded in
her chest knowing that she was only seconds away from a
world of unbearable pain. A small part of her was
grateful that she would be spared the added pain and
agony of her tits being cut off but at the same time
she also felt jealousy toward the girls whose tits had
been big enough to be cut off.
"Please!" Screamed Melissa. "Please! I don't want to
die! I haven't done anything! I don't deserve this!"
The Governor continued reading from the court order,
"Melissa Grayson, your sentence is hereby ordered to be
carried out on this night. Mr Executioner, carry out
your duty at your own discretion."
The Executioner nodded slightly and approached
Melissa's helpless exposed body. Melissa screamed as he
placed a rough steadying hand on her wet cunt and slid
his middle finger inside her.
"It'll soon be over." He said to her smiling. "You
really were one of the best fucks I've ever had before
an execution."
Melissa thrashed her head from side to side. All she
could see were the gleeful faces of the prison staff
and the terrified sympathetic faces of the new
prisoners staring at her. She wondered if the prisoners
would tell the story of how they witnessed her
execution when they were taken to their cells or
whether they would remember her when it came to their
time to die.
She stared at the Executioner's cold eyes and wondered
who he was going to execute after her. She wondered if
that girl would beg as she had or would she have more
courage and dignity. Melissa hated herself for being so
weak and frightened. She was ashamed that she had
enjoyed so much being fucked by the man who was now
going to be the cause of her death. Most of all she
wanted to be allowed to live. She wanted it all to have
been some kind of sick joke and that at any moment she
would be released and allowed to go home.
Freedom did not come. Instead would come pain as the
Executioner positioned the saw at the point where her
inner thigh joined the pelvis. She gave a scream as she
felt the cold teeth of the saw touch her delicate skin.
She pulled frantically, helplessly at the leather
straps which held her. She felt something happen inside
her - an orgasm! She was about to die and she was
having an orgasm.
The Executioner noticed this too. "It happens all the
time." He said. "Your mind knows that you're going to
die so it causes you to perform one last desperate act
to try and create life."
The female guards laughed as they watched Melissa's
white girl-cum seep out of her cunt: The last cum
Melissa would ever produce.
The Executioner stood motionless with the saw poised
ready to do its cruel work. Melissa's body convulsed
violently knowing that each passing second brought her
closer to pain and death. She looked into the
Executioner's eyes searching for a flicker of pity or
mercy but saw none - why would there be? She asked
herself. After all, to him she was just another girl
who had broken the law and was getting her just
punishment.
Just punishment? How could this be justified? The
Executioner had as much as admitted the first time he
had cum in Melissa's mouth that this was all about men
controlling women. Tomorrow he would have forgotten
about Melissa and be busy enjoying another helpless
girl who had worn the wrong clothes or refused sex to a
man or had cheated in an exam at school or college or
to whom some man had simply taken a liking to and
thought it would be sexy just to see her die.
The anticipation was too much for Melissa, she didn't
want to feel the pain of her beautiful legs being sawed
off, she didn't want to die, but waiting on the edge of
that pain and death was almost worse. She fought the
urge to scream at the Executioner to start sawing and
get it over with.
The six prisoners stood, tears welling up in their
eyes, transfixed on Melissa's quivering helpless body.
One of the guards smiled as she noticed that the girls
had begun fingering themselves, whether consciously or
subconsciously she couldn't say but the sight of six
terrified girls with their fingers up their own cunts
was clearly turning her on.
The Governor also noticed this and ordered that one of
the prisoners, a young brunette of about seventeen be
brought to kneel in front of him. The terrified girl
was dragged over to the Governor by two of the guards
and forced to her knees in front of him. He looked down
into her fear filled eyes.
"Suck my cock." He ordered the terrified girl. "We
don't want to make a mess on the floor now do we?" The
girl unzipped his pants and easily found his hard cock
with her trembling fingers. She closed her eyes and
took the hard shaft of flesh into her quivering mouth.
The Governor moaned with cruel satisfaction at the
frightened young woman's pathetic submission.
Meanwhile the Executioner still stood with the saw
poised and ready to begin, prolonging Melissa's fear
for as long as he could. He turned his head to see the
group of prisoners touching themselves and the brunette
sucking the Governor's cock.
"Bring me a girl." He said to the guards. "The redhead
will do."
Two of the guards dragged a sixteen year old redhead
over to where the Executioner was stood in front of the
table. The girl was forced to kneel in front of him and
she took his huge erection into her mouth with some
difficulty. The Executioner moaned as the girl used her
tongue to please his immense pulsating cock - clearly
this girl had paid attention during oral sex classes in
school every bit as much as Melissa had.
The Executioner returned his attention to Melissa who,
realising that the terrible moment drew ever closer,
had stopped screaming and simply lay trembling in fear.
Small noises came out of her mouth and her lip quivered
involuntarily in a nervous spasm.
Through his hood, Melissa saw the Executioner's eyes
widen in excitement and he licked his lips lustfully.
She felt a twitch from his hand which was holding the
saw against her body.
"No!" She screamed "NO! NOOOOO!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Mocked the Executioner as he slowly
drew back the saw.
Melissa screamed and pulled harder than ever at the
restraints as the cruel jagged edge of the saw was
drawn across her helpless body. Her delicate skin broke
and at first she felt an itching which soon became a
stinging and finally a searing pain.
Her entire body convulsed in pain as the saw was buried
deeper and deeper into her body. Through her pain she
could also feel the grinding sensation of her bone
being sawed apart separating her leg from her body. She
could no longer form words, she could only scream as
the saw cut deeper end deeper through her bone and
sinew and her soft flesh.
Like a man possessed the Executioner sawed frantically
while at the same time he was ejaculating into the
redheaded girl's mouth. She struggled to swallow so
much cum but made every effort for fear of what might
be done to her if she didn't.
Melissa wanted it to end. She wanted to wake up and
realise that this was all a bad dream. The white hot
pain continued to sear through her body but the
grinding sensation had stopped.
Why has it stopped? Melissa wondered to herself then
realised in horror that if the grinding feeling had
stopped then that could mean only one thing: That the
Executioner had stopped sawing. He untied the leather
strap on her ankle and lifted her severed leg up for
all to see.
Melissa stared wide eyed at the sight of her own
dismembered leg being raised in front of her. She
wanted to scream but couldn't. She felt herself
beginning to go cold either from shock or blood loss or
both. She wanted to die right now but for some reason
her body and her mind refused to shut down.
"I'm glad you're still with us." She heard the
Executioner say in his mocking tone. He repositioned
the saw at the same point on the opposite side of he
pelvis and began to saw once more.
It took a few strokes of the saw to bring Melissa back
to reality. She began screaming as the pain once again
registered in her brain. The saw once again cut without
mercy through petty obstacles of bone sinew and flesh.
Melissa lay motionless with her eyes wide open, unable
to fully comprehend the dreadful trauma her beautiful
body had just had inflicted upon it.
As her other leg was lifted up for everyone to inspect,
she could hear the girls sobbing loudly. One of them
was crying that she wanted to go home and that she was
sorry she ever did anything wrong and that she'd be
good for the rest of her life.
Melissa's vision began to darken and the sounds of the
room began to fade. She heard one of the guards ask the
Executioner if he would still fuck her now that his
work was over for the night. Another guard asked what
should be done with Melissa's body. The Governor simply
said to put her in the incinerator. A few moments later
Melissa imagined that she was being lifted and carried
somewhere, for a brief moment she imagined that she
could feel an intense heat, a moment after that she
imagined nothing more.
* * *
Melissa's legs were preserved in a solution called Soft
Balm which had the ability to keep severed body parts
in the same state as at the time of their being cut
off. Her legs were then bought from the prison as part
of a job lot by a prominent hosiery manufacturer whose
representatives regularly visited women's prisons to
purchase new 'Promotional Stock'.
A week after her execution, Melissa's legs ended up
being used to display a new range of stockings in the
hosiery department of a local well known women's
fashion store. Because they had been so well preserved
in Soft Balm, customers were able touch the legs in
order to get a true impression of how the stockings
would feel like when worn.
"Melissa would have looked really sexy in these." Said
one girl called Lisa, who had known Melissa from
college, as she admired the display with a few lovingly
sensual strokes before making her purchase. Lisa would
never know how right she had been.
That particular line of stockings very quickly became a
top seller.
