This story is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Hot Seat

Convicted earlier that day of manslaughter, Carrie had been taken directly from the Courthouse to the holding cell at the prison to prepare for her death. She had been advised of the sentence privately the night before to give her time to ready herself, as it was normal practice for the prisoner to be executed as soon as the sentence was passed.

She might have escaped the death penalty altogether as had been a “Crime of Passion”, Carrie having come home to find her boyfriend Michael and her best friend Jane asleep in her bed, naked in each others arms. If she had killed them on the spot, she would likely have got no more than 7 years imprisonment in a Category C prison, but she didn’t – she got a gun, then woke them up, and at gunpoint forced Jane to make Michael hard, and forced him to penetrate Jane from behind. Having watched them for several minutes listening to Jane’s groans and cries as Michael’s large penis thrust into her willing body, she had pushed her gun deep into Michael’s anus, gently cupped his large balls in her other hand, then, as she felt them twitch as he started to cum, she had fired three shots, which ripped through Michael’s body, down his spurting penis in deep into Jane’s body, the warm cum she was expecting from his orgasm turning to red hot lead which ripped through her sex and deep into her womb, fatally wounding her. Carrie had then changed the angle of the barrel and fired 3 more shots deep into Michael’s body, similarly fatally wounding him. She had then stood and watched them groan and plead for life as their naked and entwined bodies slowly stopped moving to lie motionless in a large pool of blood. She had then called the police to give herself up. Her lawyer had tried to convince the court that it was a crime of passion, but the inventive and intricate way she had committed the act told against her and she was sentenced to death by firing squad.

She originally been led to expect a full public execution and had prepared herself accordingly. She had chosen her clothes carefully, opting for a simple short sleeve white summer dress, reaching to mid thigh, offset by a thin black leather belt and black high-heels. Even her specially selected designer underwear matched, a hand made low cut bra in plain white and small high cut panties in white with a black waistband, but at the last minute it had all been changed. A well known actress turned politician had been found guilty of corruption and the authorities had decided that the sight of her standing naked in front of an old style firing squad in a packed town square was more of a crowd pleaser, and that as too many public executions would make the public think that crime was on the increase, Carrie would be executed quietly in the prison, with just the Magistrate and her guards to witness her last minutes. As this didn’t demand the ceremony of the long walk with the full military escort, the slow public stripping, and the lashing to the ubiquitous wooden post that awaited the celebrity, Carrie had been told to get rid of all her clothes except her panties before she left the holding cell, in order to reduce the wait in front of the guns, that was said many prisoners found to be the worst part of the ordeal.

Unzipping her dress, she drew her arms out of the short sleeves, first the right, then the left, letting the top of the dress fall to her waist, where her belt held it. Beneath the dress, her filmy white bra contrasted strongly with the golden tan of her skin, her fear evident from the erect state of her nipples, which could be seen pushing against the thin material. She was frightened, she was going to die and removing her clothes was the forerunner to that moment of ripping pain, fear and darkness that would soon befall her, and she knew it would not take much for her to totally fall apart, so she tried to blank her mind by concentrating on each action as she did it and only thinking as far forward as the next thing she had to do.

The two male warders were watching her actions with a mixture of professional interest and inevitably lust. Both men regularly had the duty of accompanying the condemned on their last journey and did it very professionally, but both were only human and seeing an attractive woman undressing, strapping her warm firm body to a post or a chair and watching as it was transformed in a few seconds from a vibrant sexual being to a heap of bloody meat always aroused them. Today they saw a young woman, 20 years old or so, short bobbed dark auburn hair, with smallish high breasts, firm rounded buttocks, narrow waist and long tanned legs beneath her short white dress, standing 5 feet 6 inches high in high heels.

As they continued to watch, Carrie quickly undid the belt, released it, and as she did so, her white dress dropped to lie in a pool of material around her feet. As she stood there, motionless as she decided what to do next, the warders could clearly see the dark of her aureole and the triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs through the thin material of her underwear.

Bending down she picked the dress up and to the surprise of the warders folded it, turned and laid it on the bed. Still facing away from the warders, she reached behind her back with both hands and unclipped her bra, and in one fluid movement shrugged the straps down her arms and let the bra drop forward clear of her breasts, sweeping it forward and folding it in half to lie on top of her dress. She then put her hands by her sides and turned to face the warders, revealing her breasts were high and pointed, topped with a pair of rose colored nipples and tanned the same colour as the rest of her body indicating that she regularly sunbathed either topless or in the nude.

She then made as if to kick her shoes off, but was stopped by one of the warders saying,

“No, leave them on – the floor is rough in places and we don’t want you to hurt your feet”.

She nodded.

“Ok, what happens now?” she asked quietly.

“We fasten your hands behind your back” the senior Warder replied, “then we take you down the corridor into the courtyard at the back of the prison, you remove whatever clothes you are still wearing, we fasten you to a special chair that prevents you moving, the magistrate and the guards who are actually going to kill you enter the courtyard – the Magistrate reads Execution Warrant, then they shoot you. As you’re already nearly naked it will be over quite quickly if you do as we tell you and don’t struggle”.

“Thank you” Carrie said, her voice cracking slightly as for a moment the fear started to get the better of her, but clenching her fists and jaw, she fought back into control, and said quietly

“Ok I’m ready”

The senior warder moved behind her and pulled her hands into the small of her bare tanned back, fastening them there with a thin plastic tye. Then, with one warder behind her and one in front, both in their black prison uniforms, the nearly nude girl was led out of the holding cell for her last walk.

The corridor was cool and quite dark, and she concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other trying hard to blank out what was going to happen to her very soon. Concentrating on her feet, the sudden glare as they turned the corner to emerge into the bright sunlight of the courtyard temporarily disorientated Carrie, and it was a moment before she could clearly make out her destination.

Against the far wall stood a very solid looking chair made of dark wood. It was bolted to the stone flagstones beneath it, and thick metal restraints hung from both its arms and its front legs. Other restraints hung from the back of the chair and the side of seat.

“Come on” snapped the leading warder quietly, “ we haven’t got all day!” and Carrie realised she’d stopped.

Still trying to concentrate only on where she was walking, the Carrie and her escort made its way to stand in front of the chair, and then turned to face the opposite wall of the courtyard. The senior warder walked behind her and she felt a slight tug as he cut the tye binding her arms behind her back.

She rubbed her wrists where the tye had cut into them and waited.

The senior warders phone beeped twice, and he turned to Carrie and said

“Right it’s time – the Magistrate is on his way. Let get you ready. Remove your panties”

Taking a deep breath, Carrie half turned and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pushing them down over her hips to her knees, bending forward as she did so, revealing a firm peach shaped bottom to the watching warders, then, after pausing for a second she bent further forward and pushed them to the ground to fall around her feet in their black high heels.

Standing back up, and making no attempt to cover herself, she revealed she had a small well-trimmed triangle of dark hair at the top of her thighs, which was shaved to finish above and to fully expose the plump lips of her sex.

Stepping out of her panties, she swung to face the warders as if to ask, ‘What do I do next?’

“OK Carrie,” said the Head warder “ Sit down on the chair, bottom well back, arms on the arms of the chair, we’ll do those first before we strap down your ankles”

Carrie took two short paces backwards and did as she was told. The wood felt slightly warm to her naked skin, but it was very smooth and actually quite comfortable, which surprised her, as she had imagined that bullets from previous executions would have at least scarred the wood. Then she noticed a fine sheen of sawdust on one of her arms and realised that they must sand the chair down after every use to clean the blood and gore off. She shuddered.

One warder moved each side of her and almost in unison; they swung the restraints firstly over her wrists and then across her upper body, just below and slightly lifting her firm young breasts, the restraints locking with a very clear “snick” each time as they did so. Carrie tried, then suddenly realised that effectively she couldn’t move her upper body, and as she did so the realization that in less than 5 minutes she would be nothing but a lifeless shell and all her hopes and dreams, all the efforts she had made to make her body firm and fit and sexy, would all be for naught! Her stomach turned over and her bowels churned, she wanted to scream, to cry, to run away and hide, but she found she could do none of these things. With heart racing and breathing labored she waited for the next phase of the preparation.

Both warders knelt down and almost gently, pulled her ankles in their black high heels, apart, securing them to the base of the chair leg. They then gently but firmly grasped her legs at knee and thigh and spread her upper legs until they were over the upper leg restraints, locking these tightly over her upper thighs.

Unlike the other restraints which just stopped her body, wrists and ankles from moving, the thigh restraints were uncomfortable and pulled her legs apart in a slightly unnatural angle, Carrie thought of saying something then realised that there was nothing that could be done and after all it wasn’t going to be for very long – was it!

She felt a slight breeze across her naked body as the Magistrate entered the Courtyard, carrying what she took to be the Execution Warrant and as it did so she felt it blowing across the lips of her sex, not somewhere she would normally feel a breeze and realised that forcing her thighs apart had spread her sex and put her most private area on display for everyone to see. The thought aroused her and she felt herself becoming wet, then she thought, heart racing still faster – ‘Will they shoot me in the sex. If they do, will it hurt…………… they wouldn’t do that would they?’ But even as she formed the thought, she found it was arousing her still further and to her horror she felt her clitoris becoming hard, starting to protrude from beneath the lips of her sex. As it did so she realised, that for all her embarrassment and no doubt the severe pain that was about to rip into her, for some bizarre reason she did want to die that way, she didn’t know why – except that it was arousing her like little had ever done before.

While these thoughts had been racing through Carrie’s head, two more warders had joined the Magistrate, both armed with short stock assault rifles, and they had positioned themselves, one each side of him, about 20 feet from Carrie’s position in the chair.

“Do you want a blindfold?” One of the warders asked.

“No” said Carrie “if I’ve got to die like this – at least I’d like to see it coming”

The Warder nodded that he understood, then he and his colleague drew back clear of Carrie to give the other warders a clear line of fire.

Once they reached what was clearly a safe area, the senior warder waved to the Magistrate who nodded, turned to each of the warders by his sides who also nodded their readiness, then turned back to face Carrie

‘This is it!’ She thought, her heart racing ever faster and her breathing rapid and shallow, her small pointed breasts with their erect nipples now clearly heaving up and down as she struggled to deal with the final moments of her life.

The Magistrate raised the Execution Warrant and looking straight at Carrie, intoned the last words she would hear.

“Carrie Evans, You have been tried and found guilty of a capital crime. You have been sentenced to death by Firing squad. The Provincial Governor has refused clemency, so it is my grave duty to ensure the sentence is carried out. Do you have any last words?”

Carrie didn’t know how much longer she could last, as although highly aroused, she was also severely frightened and knew if it took much longer, she would loose control of her bladder and bowels and wanted to avoid at least that last indignity.

“No, get it over with please,” she replied, her voice cracking slightly as the stress finally started to get the better of her.

The Magistrate nodded, took one pace backwards then said quietly but firmly “Carry out the sentence”

The warders by his side both raised their rifles to their hips and pointing them at Carrie, simultaneously opened fire hosing her beautiful firm young body with red-hot lead.

Each fired three short bursts into her body, the first between her legs and into her sex and lower belly, the second into her stomach and the third across her firm high breasts. Although the gap between each burst was only a few seconds, to Carrie it seemed like a lifetime, a myriad of thoughts and feelings racing through her body and mind. First she felt a flurry of blows between her legs, the initial impact sparking a spastic orgasm, which felt like white light in her brain. Then the blows turned to shards of red-hot pain between her legs, boring deep into her guts and her anus, her body trying to twist and turn to escape the agony but being held in place by the restraints.

Then she felt the blows in her stomach followed by even greater pain, all across midriff, but still held slightly at bay by the wave of the orgasm riding ahead of it, then she felt the blows across her breasts, followed by a silence as the firing ceased.

The pain in her breasts started to turn to white heat and a white light, fading to a sensation of falling, pain and pleasure mixing, her head dropping forward onto her bloody breasts, her sight graying, sounds fading, as her eyes swept across her bloody breast, noticing idly that her left nipple was missing, across the blood and gore of her stomach so that her last sight as everything fell to black; was of blood pouring from between the shredded lips of her sex, her clitoris torn in two by a bullet.

As the Magistrate saw her head fall slowly forward, he signaled to the senior warder who quickly approached the chair, and placing his hand on her bloody left breast, felt for a pulse.

Nothing.

He turned to the Magistrate with a thumbs down signal

The Magistrate nodded

“The Sentence has been carried out”.

So saying he turned away and left the execution area, followed by the two warders with guns.

The remaining warders who had escorted Carrie on her last journey, undid the restraints and with one taking her ankles still encased in their black high heels, and the other her shoulders, gently lifted her from the execution chair and carried her to the side of the courtyard, laying her carefully in the plain wooden coffin provided for her last journey.

What was left of Carrie was then taken to the prison incinerator where her body was burnt. Her ashes were then scattered across the prison grounds and the only record of her life became the prison records showing “Carrie Evans Prisoner. Arrived 2 May 2020. Executed 2 May 2020”.

Copyright by Alex Hudson (2004).

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