Execution of a Soccer Mom

EXECUTION OF A SOCCER MOM

A future fiction/fantasy by Jill Crokett

Prolog

The United States had changed profoundly by the early 22nd Century. Terrorists had detonated a nuclear bomb in Southern California a half-century earlier, throwing America into a spiral of ethical decay and economic collapse.

The paranoia that followed brought on the revocation of basic rights and the amending of the Constitution - removing the clause forbidding "cruel and unusual punishment" and replacing it with a clause guaranteeing "appropriate punishment for the crime." Polls showed that most Americans agreed with the changes. Believing they were victims, they wanted justice. Feeling wounded, they demanded brutal justice. Juries handed out death bizarre sentences at an increasing rate. As a budgetary consideration, traditional 'time in prison' sentences were now frequently passed over for severe corporal punishments, all legalized by the new constitutional amendment.

America had evolved into a land emotionally numb and ethically bankrupt - a land of many victims – and in desperate need of perpetrators to punish. This is the story of Karen Sebring, a 36-year-old wife and mother who lived in that time.

Condemned

The matronly and overweight 54-year-old Women's Federal Punishment Center Warden Anne Bowden had other problem prisoners to deal with, but the high-profile capital sentence case regarding 36-year-old Karen Sebring of Las Vegas, Nevada was holding her attention. Sebring had been convicted of hiring two hit men to murder her handsome and successful casino-owner husband and his socialite mother in a bizarre eighty-million-dollar insurance and inheritance scheme. The plan was botched by the hit men, resulting in the death of not only her husband and mother-in-law, but also three other innocent bystanders, including a 7-year-old-boy.

Sebring had been sentenced to death, but for some reason the judge decided not to make the method of death know until just days before the execution. This practice was not all that unusual, since most death sentences now contained an additional punitive punishment to be applied just before death. Warden Bowden had just received word from the judge regarding both parts of the sentence, and she decided not to tell Mrs. Sebring until the morning of the execution. "There's no sense in making it worse for her," she thought. The hit men arrested with Karen Sebring had already been brutally put to death at a men's federal punishment facility.

Karen

Karen Sebring was an extremely attractive 36-year-old wife and the mother of an active 15-year-old teenage daughter. The press had labeled her both "the Princess Diana look-alike murderer" and "the soccer mom killer." The pert, early middle-aged female was 5 ft. 4 inches tall and of medium build. She weighed 124 lbs., had B-cup breasts, a narrow waist, and full, rounded buttocks. She appeared to be somewhat athletic. Her flawless fair complexion was lightly tanned. Karen had crystal blue eyes and her short blond hair was done in a carefree 'Dorothy Hamill' style. When Karen smiled she revealed dimpled cheeks and perfect enamel-white teeth. When she entered a room, she was accustomed to having all eyes on her.

The Death Room

The cavernous death chamber appeared as if it were a darkened empty high school gymnasium, or possibly a small but very clean aircraft hangar. At one end a group of well-dressed middle-aged men and women sat somewhat nervously in 23 plastic chairs lined in a single neat row facing the center of the gymnasium. There were approximately an equal number of men and women in the group, and no one spoke. The chamber echoed slightly as several of the witnesses cleared their throats. The air in the chamber was a cool 62 degrees. From the four corners of the high ceiling, stage lights illuminated the empty concrete floor in the center of the chamber. The illuminated center of the chamber was completely empty, except for a single square 4" x 4" steel post which rose to a height of only 4 feet out of the concrete. The post's height could be hydraulically adjusted. On the gray-enamel painted concrete floor, positioned 10 inches directly in front of the square steel post, was a large covered shower drain similar to what would be found in the floor of a large public shower.

Submission

At precisely 7:50 a.m. ten uniformed male prison guards carried 34-year-old Karen Sebring into the death chamber. She was securely strapped down to a 5-inch-wide "Y" shaped aluminum frame, her arms firmly restrained at multiple points straight over her head with her wrists several inches apart. The frame of the aluminum cross transitioned into its "Y" shape just below her waist, with her ankles spread a full 5 feet apart, fully separating her labia. Her legs were securely strapped to the frame at multiple points along her ankles, calves, and thighs. Torso straps restrained her at the waist and across the rib cage, just below her breasts. The aluminum cross had been custom-made to fit her 5'4" frame and its length precisely ended at her hands and heels.

As the "Y" shaped cross was carried stretcher-like into the center of the chamber, it became apparent to the experienced witnesses that Karen Sebring had just received a full obstetrical prep shaving which included her dark-pink anus. The position of her outstretched arms completely flattened her B-cup breasts, revealing only pink, rigidly erect nipples. Her mouth was secured with a ball gag which had a large breathing hole.

In the preceding hour, 34-year-old Mrs. Karen Sebring, socialite wife, PTA member, mom, and now condemned prisoner number F307746-N, had been stripped, strapped down spread eagle on a wide gurney, clean-shaven, administered an enema, and had her bladder emptied by urethral catheter – all this done in the presence of a dozen prison guards. Her body had then been hand washed and towel dried by female guards, after which she was administered three injections of medication, two designed to prevent her from losing consciousness, and the third to prevent nausea. She had not been given breakfast and she had not received anything to eat or drink since 6 p.m. the night before.

Five male guards expeditiously bolted the head and arms end of the aluminum "Y" frame firmly to the short square steel post raising out of the concrete are her floor. Karen was now upside down, the fingers of her outstretched hands almost touching the floor. Her spread and shaved naked body glistened, the stage-lights illuminating her inverted female form. Her brightly illuminated widespread legs now clearly revealed her clitoris and inner labia minora. She was directly facing the witnesses, who sat about 40 ft. away. Her only movement was that of her wide, terror filled eyes which darted around the room, and her nipples which raised and lowered with the heaving of her rapid breathing.

Final Sentence

Karen Sebring had been sentenced to death two months earlier, but the details of her execution were withheld by the court at that time, pending a sentencing review. She would now, stripped, spread, and clean shaved before total strangers, hear the final verdict of the sentencing judge.

Dressed in a dark blue business suit and white blouse, Federal Women's Punishment Processing Center Warden Anne Bowden approached Karen and addressed the condemned female prisoner.

"Karen Marie Sebring, having been found guilty of four cases of Capital Murder and one case of Child Capital Murder, it is hereby the order of the Federal High Court and with the blessing of Chief Sentencing Judge Suzanne Proler, that you shall at this hour, and without benefit of anesthesia, undergo a complete female circumcision including a total clitorectomy. This procedure will be immediately followed by a total bilateral labiectomy and nipplectomy. Upon excision, these tissues shall simultaneously be laser-cauterized to prevent blood loss. You shall be administered medication so that you might maintain consciousness throughout these procedures."

Karen Sebring's eyes flooded as tears rolled down over her forehead, soaking her tossed blond locks. Deep, hysterical moaning echoed through the ball gag, only interrupted by momentary heaving and convulsing of her chest. Though gagged, she desperately pleaded for mercy with her eyes.

"Following the completion of the punitive punishment procedures, an incision shall be made from your peritoneum, through your symphysis pubis, and down to your zyphoid process, and your internal organs will then be harvested for human transplantation. May God have mercy on your soul. You may now make a brief final statement."

As a guard released the ball gag Karen screamed, sobbing, "please no, no, don't do this, I loved him, I loved my husband so much, I promise I'll do anything, anything you ask, no God please stop, I loved my husband, please don't do this to me, please just hang me, please, please hang me.  ±

With a nod from Warden Bowden the gag was quickly and firmly strapped back in place as several other guards firmly retightened all of Karen's restraint straps. Doors immediately flung open to the left of the chamber.

Nightmare

Pulling on latex surgical gloves, Dr. Wexler quickly entered the death chamber accompanied by a team of male and female assistants pushing stainless steel carts. The team was dressed in matching white lab coats and quickly took their pre-determined positions. Wexler briskly placed a cold stethoscope next to Karen's left nipple and listened against her heaving chest. Hyperventilating, saliva from her ball gag drooled down into her short blond hair.

Wexler carefully examined Karen's inverted, most-feminine tissues, spreading apart her labia, and, pulling downward, exposed her clitoris from underneath its hood. Karen could clearly see as Wexler picked up a curved, threaded suturing needle and, holding her left labia between his gloved fingers, threaded the needle through the forward lip and handed the nylon string to the assistant to his left. Firmly and totally restrained, Karen futilely tried to buck violently as he had threaded the needle through her feminine lip.

He then repeated the procedure on the right labial lip.

Wexler then instructed the assistants on either side of him to gently but firmly tug open the folds at either side of the clitoris, stretching open the inner labia minora so that he might better dissect the hood of the clitoris. As Wexler spoke, a small microphone on his lapel clearly relayed his technical-sounding voice to the witnesses.

As the assistants pulled the nylon threads to each side, stretching open the labia, Wexler's gloved middle and index fingers carefully stretched the clean-shaven skin on Karen's mons pubis, drawing back the clitoral hood. Wexler then, with his right hand, carefully threaded another needle directly up through the center of Karen Sebring's clitoris.

The witnesses sat tensed as the only part of Karen Sebring's body that she could move slightly, her head, rapidly flailed from side to side. Sticky saliva dangled from her gag breath hole as tears of humiliation and pain flung from her shaking temples and forehead. Through the gag's air hole witnesses heard the unintelligible language of horror.

A third assistant standing behind the frame, and facing Wexler, was handed the clitoral nylon thread. He held it straight up as Wexler now carefully circumcised Karen's clitoral hood and its small adjoining inner lips, making tiny snips with a small pair of chrome surgical scissors. As Karen bucked violently, screaming through her ball gag, guards retightened her restraints. Wexler instructed the three assistants to spread the labia even wider and to lift the now threaded clitoris even higher. Dr. Wexler, now using a small surgical scalpel, carefully began to excise Mrs. Sebring's most intimate feminine tissue, slowly slicing off the entire clitoris. As he did, a small amount of urine momentarily sprayed up from her urethra. Karen Sebring's beautiful face contorted, her eyes rolling up into her head.

Wexler stepped back as a fourth assistant, a female, applied a burning surgical cauterizing instrument to stop bleeding. Wexler placed the excised threaded clitoris on a small silver tray. Motioning upward with his hands, Wexler indicated that he wanted Karen to be moved higher. Immediately the 4"x4" steel post hydraulically raised up from the floor, stopping when Karen's nipples are level with Wexler's chest. She stares hysterically as Wexler picked up another threaded suturing needle with his right hand.

Firmly pinching her right nipple and areola with his left hand, and pulling it away from her body, Wexler quickly threaded the needle twice through the base of her nipple in an X fashion. Stepping aside and holding the thread straight out, Wexler pulled tight on the strong nylon thread, lifting the breast away for the chest. He then picks up a slightly larger pair of stainless surgical scissors, and with the same slow, methodical motions he used to excise the clitoris, Wexler then slowly snips away at Karen Sebring's beautiful nipple at its base. The assistant quickly cauterizes the breast tissue as Wexler repeats the procedure on the other nipple.

The hydraulic post lowers closer to the floor as Wexler picks up a new surgical instrument, an electric surgical scalpel, which automatically cauterizes as it cuts. As he turns it on a small short laser-like flame emits from the knife handle. He then sets the instrument back down and picks up a blue felt tip marking pen. Turning back to face directly between Karen Sebring's legs, he begins drawing a line with the pen from her anus out around to her moans pubis, making a football-shaped drawing around her labia. He then continues to draw downward over her symphysis pubis with a single line which continues to her navel. He makes a small cross line at the navel and then continues with a single line down to her sternum. Wexler then turns toward Warden Bowden and says "tell the transplant team we'll be ready for them in two minutes." She nods.

Wexler turns his back to Bowden and, turning on the electric surgical scalpel, begins to cut a circumscribed area around Karen's entire external sex organ as she convulses and screams against her restraints. Wexler then sets down the electric scalpel, picks up a pair of surgical pliers, and with a yank rips away Karen's left labia. He quickly repeats the procedure on the right. As Karen's contorts in pain and horror, one assistant cauterizes between her legs and another administers an injection to keep Karen conscious.

Wexler again picks up the laser-scalpel and turns it on.

A horror beyond death

"Wait one moment Doctor" Warden Bowden calls out, "there is one final thing I need to say to Mrs. Sebring."

The female Warden steps forward toward the convulsing prisoner. Bending slightly at the hips, she leans forward and looks directly into the terror filled eyes of the condemned Karen Sebring and whispers:

"Mrs. Sebring, I need to tell you that just this morning federal investigators informed me that your daughter Sandy has been arrested as a co-conspirator with you in the death of her father and grandmother and the others. She's been charged as an adult with five Capital counts, including one count of Child Capital Murder. I just want you to know that, if she's sent here, we'll take good care of her."

As Bowden steps away, her back toward Karen, she announces to the witnesses that Mrs. Sebring will now be put to death.

As the Organ Harvest Team enters the chamber, Dr. Wexler, holding his laser-scalpel, begins slicing the beautiful soccer mom from her pubis to her chest.

Execution of a Soccer Mom - Part Two

By Jill Crokett copyright 2004

Authors note: this story is totally a work of fantasy/fiction. If any name used in this story is also that of a real person, it is totally a coincidence.

A horror beyond death

As the live organ transplant team harvests the vital tissues from Karen Sebring's body, a monitor indicates to the witnesses and the medical team that she has stopped breathing, and her once rapidly hopping graphic heart monitor is now flat lined. As the witnesses file out of the death chamber, Mrs. Sebring's Y cross is taken down and attached to a gurney, leaving the condemned the victim's body in a supine position. Three female technicians quickly detach Karen's arms and legs from across and spread eagle her body on the gurney to better facilitate the further harvesting of her fresh organs.

The female Warden steps forward and casually announces to the harvesting team "we should have her daughter in here shortly, maybe even tomorrow morning. I've just received word that the Homeland Federal Court has found the kid guilty in absentia of compliance with this one in her father and grandmother's murder. I understand that they located her hiding with relatives and picked her up early this morning."

As she walks away, Warden Bowden simply says "well, I've got a summer intern from the University graduate school of criminal justice coming in today. It will be a great introduction for him to see the teen get it, being his first execution and all. Anyway, what a waste of a beautiful woman, but at least I hope lots of folks can benefit from her organs."

With that one of the organ transplant doctors, speaking through her surgical mask, replies "Don't worry Warden, for a 36-year-old, this one had some real smooth skin on her bottom, which the doctors at the burn trauma center will love to use for skin transplants."

Arresting Sandy

The cute and somewhat petite 15-year-old Sandy Sebring did not yet know of her beautiful mother's brutal execution. Sandy had been staying at home with an aunt and the live-in housekeeper since her mother had been arrested for the murders of her casino-owner father and grandmother, but the teenager had been placed into hiding by a relative when it was announced a month earlier that she would also be charged, as an adult, in the murders.

In the early morning hours before her mother's execution, government agents armed with a convicted-in-absentia death warrant circled the home where young Sandy Sebring was hiding. At 3 a.m., suddenly smashing open the front door of her adult cousin's house, agents burst into the home and made their way to what they already knew was Sandy's bedroom.

The teenager, rising up from her bed shouting "what's going on, what's going on" was quickly shoved face down on the bed and her wrists quickly placed in handcuffs behind her back. At the same time to other agents quickly cuffed Sandy's ankles and then quickly pulled her legs up behind her, attaching the wrist and ankle cuffs together in a hog-tie position. Agents picked her up like a package and quickly carried the young teenager to a large unmarked white windowless delivery van parked in front of the house. Neighbors gathered to watch as Sandy, still in her thin baby-doll nightgown with matching panties, was placed in the back of the van.

While Sandy was being placed in the van, other agents held her half-asleep 27-year-old cousin Brenda and her 24-year-old live-in boyfriend Mark at gunpoint in the living room. Brenda, her hands on top of her head, wore only a hip-length man's T-shirt and white hip hugger cotton panties. Mark wore only a pair of Jockey briefs.

Sandy Sebring was 15 years old, was only 5'2" tall, 118 lbs., and of medium build. With C-cup breasts, she appeared quite busty for such a short young girl. She was quite attractive with over-the-shoulder length straight medium brown hair, cut with long straight bangs across her forehead.

As the van doors closed a male agent placed the black cloth sack over Sandy's head, gently closing it with a drawstring. Sandy could hear several other agents speaking in the back of the van. As the van pulled away, a female agent crouched down and almost in a whisper asked Sandy if she was on her period. "No ma'am" the girl answered through the mask. In a slightly louder voice the female agent then said "Sandy, I'm now going to have to search you, and you're going to be stripped. Do exactly as you are told, do you understand?" Sandy nodded yes as the wetness of tears now showed through the black sack which covered her head.

As the van continued to rumble along the city streets, Sandy felt momentarily relieved as the handcuffs were removed. "Sandy, keep your legs straight down and your arms straight over your head" the female agent said. As Sandy felt her panties being pulled down, another set of hands tugged her nightgown over her head. Sandy then felt soft leather cuffs being strapped around her wrists and ankles, one each by a different agent.

Sandy then feels a feminine pair of hands pull her knees apart, spreading her brown pussy hairs wide-open. "Sandy" said the agent's soft feminine voice, "I need to know honey, before I do a cavity search, have you ever had sex before." As she heard the slight snap of latex gloves being put on, Sandy began to cry through the black head cover. "Answer me Sandy, has a boy ever fucked you?

The fifteen-year-old girl, now only sobbing louder, did not answer. As the large white van rides through the streets of Las Vegas in the early morning hours, the female agent inserts a lubricated finger in the teenager's vagina, slowly moving it up to touch her cervix as the girl quietly cries.

Feeling her buttocks being spread open, Sandy pleads through her mask "No ma'am, please, please don't do that" as the female agent applies a lubricant to Sandy's anus.

She then feels a lubed finger being inserted far up into her rectum.

As soon as the van pulled into the well-guarded, razor wire wrapped warehouse looking facility, Sandy felt the van stop, followed by the opening and closing of several doors.

She hears the female agent, now talking in the distance outside the van, announce "no need to dress her boys, she's going straight to Punishment Processing as soon as the Judge certifies the sentenced-in-absentia writ tomorrow, uh, I mean THIS morning at 8 a.m., and The Department of Corrections and Punishment should have her by nine…it's a done deal."

As Sandy is lifted out of the back of the van wearing only the black cloth hostage sack over her head, she feels the cold pavement of the parking on under her bare feet. She is then led into the building and placed in an isolation holding cell, where the mask is finally removed. The teenager is left there completely naked as she awaits the Judge's arrival, which won't be for several hours.

To be continued in Part 3

Execution of a Soccer Mom

Chapter Three

Petite, 15-year-old Sandy Sebring stood naked before the judge, nervously shivering. Her handcuffs had been removed and she was dressed in a prison issue orange jumpsuit. The courtroom was filled with anxious witnesses which included over 50 television and internet glog (in olden days referred to as "the press") reporters. As the female judge entered the courtroom all rose at an attention until she took her seat.

The stern-looking, middle-aged judge looked down on the frightened teenager and began to read a lengthy description of her guilty conviction in absentia. Laying down the papers, she looked directly at Sandy.

"Sandy Sebring, it is the order this court that he be taken immediately to the Women's Punishment Center at Elk Flat, Nevada were you will be, and not more than 12 hours, put to death in a fashion prescribed by the Department of Corrections for those females convicted of capital crime. As a deterrent, your execution shall be broadcast via live video feed over the Department of Corrections video channel."

"It is further the order of this court that before your execution you shall be stripped and all bodily hair removed between your navel and your knees. The procedure bringing about your death shall take place over a period of not less then 20 minutes, nor more than two hours."

As young teenage Sandy was being sentenced to death, across town, armed federal agents burst into the home of housewife and mother Marge Andrews. 40-year-old Marge was a short, five-foot-two, heavyset soccer mom with three sons. Despite her plump, overweight frame, Marge, a natural redhead, had an attractive face. Unlike many overweight women, Marge had small, A to B cup breasts.

Marge was the only one home at the time of her legal abduction. As the all-male team of seven federal agents busted down her kitchen door she began to scream, thinking she was the victim of a home invasion. Wearing a "Donna Reed type" casual housedress and flat shoes, Marge looked like a scene from the '50's. Her blondish-red hair had recently been permed into short curls at the neighborhood salon.

As Marge frighteningly backed up against her kitchen counter, her pancake spatula still in hand, the seven agents surrounded her, grabbing her arms and legs. As she screamed "No, please no, why are you doing this?" the agents lifted her heavyset frame and placed her faced down on to her kitchen floor.

Marge was quickly handcuffed with her wrists behind her back, then a leather strap was used to pull her elbows tight together and bind them together just below her shoulder blades.

As they continued to hold her face down on the bright yellow linoleum floor, two agents each held one of Marge's plump legs and thighs wide apart, while a third strapped a ball-gag into her mouth. A fourth agent knelt between her legs and leaned over her back to begin a full-body frisk for weapons and contraband. A fifth, still-standing agent read aloud a court order to her.

"Margie Andrews, you have been found guilty in absentia of murder in the capital degree of a child under age 12, and for conspiracy to murder for profit or gain. You are to be brought before the court for sentencing immediately upon detention."

The agent kneeling between her spread legs then pulled on a single latex medical examination glove with a snap and lifted Marge's dress by the hem and pulled it up to her waist. She had on full-cut, white panties covering her ample bottom. She wore no hosiery. The agent then stroked two fingers along the white crotch of her panties as Marge tried to raise her head in protest.

"Sorry mam" he said, "it's my job. You must be strip-searched before we can take you into custody."

As Marge's soccer-mom eyes bulged from her head behind the gag, agents slipped off her shoes and unzipped the back of her housedress as curious neighbors gathered outside, alerted by the screaming and the presence of numerous unmarked police cars.

The arresting agents proceeded to strip plump, 40-year-old Marge Andrews completely naked on her own kitchen floor. After her shoes were off, her legs were quickly pulled together and her panties were pulled down off her legs. Marge's legs were then spread again and the gloved agent, assisted by the others who held her butt-cheeks wide open, performed a rectal exam with a small amount of lubricant. Marge was then rolled over on her back and, with her legs held wide apart, was examined vaginally with two fingers.

She had a nice thick red bush between her legs.

Using a razor-knife, the agents then carefully cut the full length of the front of Marge's housedress and ripped it off her body. The only thing left was her bra. The agents lifted the gagged woman up to her feet as an agent behind her unsnapped her bra, stripping heavy, small-titted soccer mom completely naked in her own kitchen.

As the agents led Marge from her home completely naked, her neighbors saw what was becoming all too common in America; the condemned being paraded naked in public. Within an hour Marge stood, still naked but sans gag, before a rather young looking male judge.

"Marge Andrews, it is the order of this court that you be immediately taken to the federal female punishment facility where, in front of witnesses and live television broadcast you will be put to death by live harvest of your female reproductive organs including your external genitalia. This procedure shall be performed without anesthesia, and all necessary medical steps are to be taken to keep you fully conscious during the removal of these tissues."

As the completely naked Marge screamed "No, No please your honor, I beg you, have mercy!" the judge continued.

"As an additional punitive punishment, before the harvesting of your organs, your body shall be completely shaved from head to toe, followed by a public whipping of not less than 100 strokes across your buttocks and labia with a leather strap."

Marge continued to beg for mercy as she was taken from the courtroom.

More than a dozen prep technicians awaited her at the Female Execution Center. Upon arrival, the heavyset blond once again had a ball gag firmly strapped into her mouth. Technicians then strapped her down on her back to a short bench which allowed her head to hang off of one end and her butt to hang off the other. Her arms were firmly strapped to the sides of the table.

Wide leather cuffs within firmly wrapped around each knee. Leather straps from these knee restraints were then pulled tightly back up toward her shoulders so that her knees touched her underarms. Once in this position a small 15 in. wide spreader bar was attached to each of Marge's ankles with firm leather restraints and her ankles were pulled up over her head and attached to a steel post. She could not move, and her pussy was spread wide open.

Execution Prep Technicians proceeded to give the redheaded mom a series of enemas. Once her colon was thoroughly cleansed, they then ran a catheter up her pee hole to drain her bladder completely. As the condemned prisoner pleaded with her eyes, a late middle-aged black nurse with scissors then began to manually trim down her bright red pussy hair. This was followed by a complete lathering of her pussy with shaving cream, followed by a total clean-shaving.

Once Marge's pussy was shaved, the technicians unhooked the procedure table from its floor mounting. Then, by pressing a button, the death-technicians caused the table to rise up slightly on hidden wheels. Without removing her from her strapped-down position, the execution techs wheeled Marge out of the preparation room and into the cold, concrete-floored execution theater.

A television camera now focused on her shaved, spread-wide-open crack as over 50 well- dressed male and female witnesses stared at the helpless middle-aged housewife and mother. From a side door a large muscular male figure entered the room. He was stripped to the waist and wore a leather mask over his face. His lower body was covered waist to ankles in tight-fitting black leather. He held in his right arm a wooden-handled short leather strap about 1 ½ inches wide.

As the whipmaster approached the condemned, a guard unhooked and removed her mouth gag. As he did, one of the witnesses, a middle-aged businessman could be heard whispering to the woman next to him "I'm glad they took that off, I really want to hear this fat little bitch sing."

As the whipmaster stood before Marge's splayed crotch for what seemed to be an eternity, a female prison official entered the room and spoke.

"Marge Andrews, it is the order the court that you shall receive not less than 100 strokes of the leather strap across your shaved labia, pubic mound, and bare buttocks, immediately followed by the harvesting of your female reproductive organs without benefit of anesthesia."

With a sudden bold stroke the whipmaster laid the first of dozens of rapid-fire strokes of the leather strap straight across Marge's pussy. As the fat woman wailed and flailed her head, her smooth labia and pink feminine crack yielded to the belt of the whipmaster.

As she screamed and cried, the whipmaster repeatedly strapped Marge's pussy lips until they were swollen and reddish purple. Marge begged and pleaded at the top of her lungs as the man continued to whip her femininity with the strap.

After dozens of strokes had been ministered across her shaved pussy, the whipmaster paused as guards quickly unhooked Marge from the table and attached her ankles to overhead cables which had been lowered from the ceiling. Marge's heavy frame was then lifted upside down after a spreader bar was placed between her ankles.

Marge now hung inverted by her ankles, her heavy, overweight torso tugging tightly at her securely bound ankles. Guards quickly moved to securely behind her arms behind her back, this time with each elbow being firmly strapped to the opposing wrist.

As she hung, her curly blond hair dangling toward the floor, Marge moaned from the weight of her own body. It was clear that the whipmaster was now about to begin administering a strapping to Marge's wide, full-figured buttocks.

Marge screamed, sobbed, and cried as her ample butt-cheeks were reduced to a massive field of bright red welts. With every stroke across her bottom Marge flexed and flailed her heavy body as the whipmaster repeatedly stroked in a rapid-fire succession.

Once the whipmaster was finished administering over 100 strokes to Marge Andrews butt cheeks and shaved pussy, she was lowered and guards again repositioned her on the short table. She was once again strapped so that her buttocks completely hung off the end of the table. The exception this time was that her knees were not pulled up under her arms, but were spread at a 45 degree angle out from her torso and strapped to stirrup-like posts. Her knees and ankles were strapped down to brackets on the posts.

At the other end of the short table Marge's neck was restrained with a leather collar while crucifix-like all arms were attached to either side of the table so that her arms could be strapped down while opened out to either side of her. In this position, technicians placed intravenous needles in each arm. These needles would administer the drugs that would keep Marge conscious during the in which her female organs would be removed.

A restraint strap was placed across Marge's chest, just below are small breasts, firmly holding her torso to the table. Another set of groin straps secured her upper thighs and pelvis in position. A small head rest was positioned so that Marge's head was propped up, forcing her to watch the execution procedure.

As she waited, fully restrained in position, technicians rolled stainless steel carts laden with neat rows surgical instruments next to the execution table. At this point, one could almost hear the heavy breathing and pounding hearts of the assembled witnesses. A television cameraman focused on Marge's face, while another focused on her pussy. A third cameraman shot the overall scene.

As a masked and white-robed surgeon approached the table holding up a long, sharp razor-scalpel, Marge began to crying like a child and babbling for mercy. A small stream of urine spouted upwards from between her legs.

As the masked surgeon stood between her thick, spread thighs, a female warden once again approached the table.

"Margie Andrews, for your capital crimes against the state, which include child murder, you will now be put to death. It is the order of the court that your vagina and uterus now be surgically removed as one contiguous organ, along with your external genitalia. It is further the order of that this action shall be taken without benefit of anesthesia or loss of consciousness."

With these words the surgeon inserted two gloved fingers deep into Marge's vagina as the woman moaned aloud. As he held up her pussy by the two fingers inside her, the surgeon began cutting Marge just above her anus as the woman screamed a sound only heard in nightmares.

The surgeon then proceeded to cut completely around Marge's vaginal lips. He then made an incision all the way up to her navel. Nurses' standing to each side of the condemned use traction clamps to open the skin of Marge's lower pelvis. As Marge screamed in horror her entire external genitalia was cut away from her body and lifted up, along with her uterus and fallopian tubes for the crowd to see as blood flowed down from the table.

As soccer mom Margie Andrews bled to death on the execution altar, 15-year-old Sandy Sebring was being prepped for execution in another room at the same women's correction facility. As several large male prison guards held the petite Sandy upright with her arms tightly behind, a female prison matron unzipped the full length of her bright orange jumpsuit.

To Be Continued