Pamela Anderson Execution Fantasy
I make my living as a hangman at the California State Women's Correctional Facility near Chico. I work long hours and it doesn't pay very well, but I don't mind. You see, there are certain fringe benefits. I have good health coverage. There's a nice pension plan. And if I take certain...liberties with the prisoners, well, dead women rarely file sexual harassment complaints.
I hang a lot of women, sometimes twenty or thirty a day. Most of the time I just pull them off the floor and wait for them to die. Sometimes I jerk off while I watch them struggle. The prisoners hang naked, or nearly so, and many of them are quite cute. Every once in a while I allow myself the luxury of fucking a girl as she dies. There's really nothing else like that in the world. The tension in her body, the way she squeezes my cock whether she wants to or not...it's fantastic. But I only fuck the really hot ones.
I didn't believe it at first when I saw her name on my manifest. It couldn't be. Could it? But there it was: "Name: Pamela Anderson Lee. Occupation: Playmate. Charge: Deviant Sexual Conduct (lesbianism)." I guess she had been fooling around on Tommy. And with another woman, no less. That took some balls. Women caught licking pussy in this state got the noose.
The guards led her into the execution chamber and left her with me. Sure enough, it was her: blonde, buxom, beautiful. "I have to tell you, Ms. Anderson, I'm a big fan. It's going to be a real pleasure to hang you."
"Let's just get this over with." She seemed resigned to her fate. A lot of girls would be in tears by now, begging for their lives. I admired her strength.
"Of course. Please remove your clothes."
"What? I certainly will not!"
I sighed. "Ms. Anderson, my job is to see to it that you hang by the neck until dead. I have the authority to do that in any way I see fit. I can hang you clothed or naked. I can hang you quickly or slowly. Yours is the last execution on my calendar today. If you make me call the guards in to strip you, I guarantee you'll be alive and in pain for the next two hours. If you cooperate, I might go easy on you."
Without another word, Pamela began to undress. First she unbuttoned her blouse. Her flawless round breasts were sheathed in a lacy white bra. She removed the blouse, folded it neatly and set it on the floor. "Would you help me with my skirt, please?" I complied eagerly, unzipping the short, tight grey skirt. She slipped it down to her ankles, stepped out of it, picked it up and placed it with her blouse. That left her with her bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and heels, all in white.
She looked fantastic: blonde, tanned, dressed in skimpy white lingerie. I decided to let her keep some of it. "Go ahead and remove your bra and panties," I instructed her. "You can keep the garter belt, stockings and shoes."
"Thank you," she replied icily. Of course she knew that the stockings were for me, not for her. My cock hardened as the striptease continued. The panties came down easily--she knew how to dress, panties over the garters, not under. Finally the bra came off, revealing her spectacular tits. Round and full, they seemed to defy gravity. Their sweet, erect nipples pointed up to the heavens. Her breasts were even more impressive in person than in her Playboy photographs.
I showed her the bondage belt I'd be using on her. "It buckles around your waist like an ordinary belt," I explained. "Your wrists slip into these padded cuffs at the sides. It will make it impossible for you to resist." She said nothing as I strapped it around her waist, or as I tightened the restraints around her wrists. "Good. Now you're ready." I led her to the noose, slipped it over her head, tightened it. "Do you have any last words, Ms. Anderson?"
"No. Just...make it quick, please."
"I have to tell you, Ms. Anderson, a quick death would be a waste of a tremendous body."
"But I cooperated--!"
"Yes, you did, and I appreciate that. But you must understand what a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity this is for me. I'm sorry." I pressed the button which activated the noose winch, pulling her up onto her tiptoes. She began to strangle. I watched her for a moment or two, until I couldn't stand it any longer. Then I slipped out of my pants, forced her thighs apart, grabbed her sweet ass and impaled her on my thick cock.
The tightness, the perfection of her cunt defies description. I simply held her there, savoring her flesh. I was staring into eyes deep, green and full of pain. Her full, wet, red lips were slightly parted; she was making soft gagging sounds. I reached up to cup one of her perfect breasts: it was firm but yielding to my touch, and the nipple was rock hard. I ran my hands over her flat, toned belly. I marveled at her tiny waist; I could circle it with my hands.
As she suffered, her body began to squirm and convulse involuntarily. That was ecstasy for me. I felt every twitch, every shudder. Her cunt took her body's agony and squeezed it into my cock as pleasure. It was the most satisfying sex I had ever had. Soon I felt myself nearing climax. I decided I wanted her to climax too. I grabbed hold of her waist and pulled down hard, forcing my cock deeper up into her, but also pulling the noose tight around her throat, strangling her completely. Her body stiffened as every muscle she had went taut. A single tremendous death spasm began at her throat, ran down her spine through her belly and into her cunt. That pushed me over the edge. I erupted deep within her, staring into her eyes as I did so, and I could see that she lived just long enough to feel my climax. She relaxed as I did. I was exhausted, spent, and she was dead.
The End
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