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Final Night
by Blake Sinclair (blakesinclair69@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A beautiful young woman who is about to be executed 
must spend the last night of her life as a sex slave 
for her executioner. (FF, nc, rp, oral, tor, 
mutilation, sn)

***

Author Notes: THE AUTHOR OF THIS STORY DOES NOT CONDONE 
VIOLENCE, RAPE OR MURDER. The following is a work of 
erotic/sadistic fantasy set in a world in which women 
are disposable sex objects that exist solely for the 
pleasure of men. It contains themes of extreme sexism, 
misogyny, torture, rape, mutilation, dismemberment, 
murder, execution and male supremacy over women. I 
cannot stress enough that this is STRICTLY FICTITIOUS 
and in no way reflects my own views or opinions towards 
women. 

Under no circumstances should the violent situations of 
this story be re-enacted in any way. ALWAYS practice 
safe sex with consenting partners of a legal age. 

The characters in this story are fictitious and any 
similarities between any persons living or dead are 
purely coincidental. 

If you are easily offended by the themes I have 
described above then please read no further. If you are 
unable to differentiate between fantasy and reality and 
your actions are in any way likely to be influenced by 
these fictional events then you are not the sort of 
person that I want reading my work and you should 
commit suicide before an innocent person gets hurt 
because of your sick and perverted persuasions. 

For those who enjoy gratuitous sadistic erotica in the 
extreme and realise that this is nothing but fantasy, 
please read on...

***

Final Night

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.

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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.

THE END

If you enjoyed this or my first story, Laura's 
Execution, then I'd like to hear from you. Email me at 
blakesinclair69@yahoo.co.uk - Constructive comments 
only please.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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