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Despite that the witness gallery was full, the gymnasium-style execution chamber was eerily dark and silent. The only lighting was provided by two overhead spotlights which illuminated a single area of gray concrete floor several meters in front of the stadium-like seats. Jason slowly escorted Bill and Karen into the darkened theater and silently motioned for them to take a seat next to him in the tightly packed bleachers.
Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Karen noticed that the bleachers were filled with several hundred other witnesses waiting in silence. She was unaware that many of the other witnesses were middle-aged couples just like her and Bill. Most of the other couples, however, had paid thirty-five thousand euros for a ‘package tour' which included the privilege of not only seeing live what was about to unfold here at the female facility, but also included witnessing the live castration and execution of a convicted rapist or child killer at the male facility. It was a booming business for the American correctional industry. Crime really did pay, and for the first time in a century the balance of trade was swinging the other way, thanks to this newfound cash cow.
Karen could only make out the dark outlines of the backs of the many heads in front of her. In the near pitch-darkness she reached down and gently rested her left hand on Bill's right thigh, allowing her fingertips to gently rest on his still semi-firm erection.
The gallery of witnesses collectively tensed up as the large double doors swing open at the opposite end of the execution chamber. Several throats cleared spontaneously, echoing through the death chamber.
Karen, Bill, and Jason stared intently as seven uniformed male prison guards carried the condemned young Chechen girl into the death chamber. At first glance Bill thought she was being carried into the chamber on a stretcher. She was actually secured spread-eagled to two separate steel spreader bars, one securing her arms apart and the other holding her legs equally apart. The guards carried the girl into the chamber by holding the spreader bars, using them as handles. They positioned the condemned teenager under the spotlight, and as they did Bill's heart raced as he got a clear glimpse be cleaned the girl's spread legs, now revealing her recently clean shaved labia and mons venus. The terrified teen had been fitted with a ball gag with a large hole in it. This permitted her to admit garbled screams without spitting on, or biting, the executioners.
As Karen gazed down on the stripped, spread-eagled young woman in the spotlight, her fingertips lightly palpated her husband's swollen penis as she felt it turn rigid. The thought that the unfolding scene in front of her excited her husband made her own pussy drip. “Anticipation,” Karen thought “is the best part of sex.” Clearly, the best was yet to come.
In the preceding hour the condemned teenager from Russia had been strapped down spread eagle on a special X-shaped preparation table, after which her dark, bushy pussy hair was completely shaved off, she was administered several deep cleansing enemas, and her bladder emptied by urethral catheter. This was all done in the presence of a dozen prison employees. After her underarms, legs, and pubic area had been shaved, the girl was hand washed and towel dried by female prep technicians who, as a final touch, cut off her long black hair indiscriminately at about 2 cm length, giving her a somewhat boyish appearance.
Once the cleansing and shaving process was complete, Dr. Wexler's nurse administered two injections into the girl's buttocks. One shot was designed to prevent her from losing consciousness under torture; the other prevented nausea.
As the guards positioned the condemned under the illuminating spotlights, two steel cables slowly lowered out of the darkness from the ceiling above. The guards promptly attached the small eye-loops at the ends of the cables to attachment points on the ankle spreader bar. The girl was then hoisted upside down, facing the witnesses with her arms still attached to the other spreader bar. The guards then attached small weights to the lower spreader bar to keep her from swaying too much. An unseen television camera beamed the teenager's nude image worldwide on the most popular pay-per-view channel in the world, TEC: “The Execution Channel”.
Bill and Jason both heard Karen let out a faint gasp the moment a large muscular black male, the whipmaster, walked under the lights carrying a leather belt in his right hand. The bare-chested prison employee was adorned in black leather pants and a black leather face mask. Karen's heart raced with anticipation as he stood motionless for several moments in front of the condemned girl.
Gazing up at the frightening-looking, belt-in-hand African, the condemned girl's eyes welled with tears and her head began to shake slightly as the gag muffled her sobbing. She hung upside down, her outstretched arms almost touching the floor. Her white spread and shaved sweaty body glistening under hot stage lights in contrast with the dark whipmaster. Her brightly illuminated feminine form directly faced the first row of witnesses who sat just 5 meters away.
Karen's fingertips felt Bill's manhood grow even firmer as he witnessed a display the likes of which he had never seen. He stared intently as the girl's wide, terror-filled eyes darted around the room as her nipples raised and lowered with each heaving breath.
Dressed in a blue business suit, a Russian government representative approached the illuminated area and addressed the condemned female prisoner in her native tongue. An English translation soon echoed through the chamber.
"Following the completion of the punitive punishment procedures, you shall be hanged until you are unconscious, after which your internal organs will be immediately harvested for transplantation. May God have mercy on your soul.”
“So that's the rub” Bill thought to himself, “Don't waste anything.” Indeed, a steady supply of young, fresh transplant organs did in fact reap a fortune on the international market. Little did Bill know that the private jets of the world's elite transplant surgeons waited on the tarmac nearby. Not missing a beat to make a dollar, the prison system even charged the small aircraft “parking fees” while they waited in line for their selected purchases. Many of the receptive patients were already being prepped for transplant surgery before the convicted “donors” were dead.
With a nod from the Russian, the whipmaster began to earn his pay as the first crisp crack of his belt snapped across the teenager's butt, causing the girl to reflexively tighten up, and raising hair on the necks of first-time witnesses such as the Schnell's.
“He's just warming up” whispered Jason as the third stroke elicited an extremely distressful crying sound through the hole in the ball gag. The crying sound eventually gave way to a whistling scream as the girl hyperventilated through the gag's hole while saliva drooled out of the gag-hole and onto her short dark hair .
The fine hairs on Karen's arms raised like a cat's as she heard belt stroke after belt stroke crack through the air, blistering the tight, white bottom and turning it bright red. The condemned girl attempted in vain to scream and plead through the gag. After about forty stokes across the buttocks the whipmaster moved, to the shutter of the many women in the audience, to the girl's smooth feminine lips. Through the gag's air hole witnesses heard the unintelligible language of horror as the belt snapped against the young pussy.
As Valerina bucked violently, screaming through her ball gag, as a small amount of urine momentarily sprayed up from her urethra. Her young face contorted and her eyes rolled up into her head as her tender pussy lips were relentlessly strapped hard by the muscular African. Firm, deliberate strokes of the strap had blistered the feminine lips raw by the time the whipmaster moved to her stretched-flat breasts.
The youthful tits were repeatedly strapped so hard Karen thought the nipples surely were about to be belt-slapped right off the girl's chest. There was no let up in her unimaginable howling.
When then whipmaster walked off into the darkness, Bill, his swollen dick dripping with pre-cum, thought the whipmaster was surely taking a short break. To his surprise he returned a moment later with a short bullwhip in hand. He wasted no time in quickly proceeding to leave no stone unturned as he worked the screaming girl from top to bottom with the whip.
The girl shook and twisted against the spreader bars with all the strength she had remaining as the African proceeded to whip her already strap-reddened buttocks, leaving striped welts across her full bare bottom. Once he had laid twenty whip strokes across her butt, he moved the lash to between the girl's legs and whipped her young clitoris and inner lips with repeated full strokes.
As the whipmaster stepped back into the darkness, guards unhooked the young woman from the spreader bars and carried her to beneath a looped steel cable which had slowly lowered from the darkened ceiling into the lighted area.
The guards held the girl upright while her wrists were handcuffed behind her and the gag was removed from her mouth. As it was removed she moaned aloud in a continuous, rolling sob. One would have thought that death would come as a relief, but the girl struggled as they slipped the shiny steel noose over her head. The gallery of witnesses remained stone silent.
Her actual hanging seemed anticlimactic, given the prolonged tortuous punitive punishment of the belt and whip. Aside from her face, hands, and feet, not one area was left unmarked by the belt or whip. As the cable rose slowly it lifted her feet just inches off the concrete floor and stopped. Her handcuffed wrists struggled behind her as another small stream of urine trickled from her crack and ran down her leg.
The room remained totally silent. In less than two minutes Dr. Wexler entered the death chamber accompanied by three assistants pushing a gurney. Wexler stood next to the hanging female and placed a stethoscope next to her left nipple and listened. She was unconscious by still had a heartbeat. With a nod from Wexler the guards lowered the noose and helped the assistants place her face up on the gurney.
“We can go watch the harvesting now if you'd like” Jason whispered as the girl was wheeled from the stage.
“Harvesting?” Bill responded.
“Yes, they're going to remove her vital organs over in the autopsy area. Do you think you and Karen are up to it?”
Bill and Karen glanced at one another in moment of silence, then Karen responded with an approving nod, adding “Yes, we'd like to see it, uh, for just a moment, but, but just a glance OK? I don't know if I'm.”
“I understand” Jason said cutting her off.
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The institutional looking sign leading into the large, white-tiled room simply said Autopsy / Organ Harvest. Not knowing what to expect, both Bill and Karen's hearts raced with anxiety as Jason led them, now donned in green surgical gowns complete with booties, gloves, and shower caps, into the large room. At first glance it reminded Bill of an operating room theater he had seem on television. Karen, who, unlike Bill, had spent some time in a hospital delivery room, was first struck by the cool temperature of the room.
The automatic double doors lead into an anteroom. It wasn't until Karen turned and looked to her left that the full impact of the room's activity struck her. There, just five meters in front of her, three totally nude, freshly executed female cadavers hung by their ankles.
The three women hung from steel meat hooks in their ankles which were positioned so their legs were spread apart. Neck rope burns indicated that the trio had been hanged or garroted. Each of the three women were of different ages and body types. All three had been totally shaved before their execution, except for their head hair, which was cropped short. Their lifeless arms dangled toward a large stainless steel drain in the floor below them.
Bill could feel his face flush with embarrassment at the strange realization that his erection was once again growing at the sight of the three nude cadavers. The scene was surreal. Across the room in the distance behind the three females he could see a fourth nude female body as it was being hoisted up by its ankles in the frigid room. It was the Russian girl.
As the couple stared at the scene before them in disbelief, Dr. Wexler approached them. Jason politely introduced Dr. Wexler to the Schnell's and inquired if there was any objection to them witnessing an organ harvest.
“Not at all” said Wexler. “If you feel nauseous, there's a washroom over there.” His gesture implied more a concern for surgical sterility than empathy for the ill.
“And don't hesitate to leave if you get uncomfortable” Wexler added. “I understand. All I ask is that you keep your surgical scrub outfits on as long as you are in this room. We want to keep the risk of bacterial contamination of our transplant organs to a minimum.”
Of the three nude female cadavers hanging by their ankles in a row together, two appeared to be women in their early thirties, both of medium build. One of those two was quite short, about five feet tall, with dark hair. The other was about 5'9” tall with light flax-colored hair. They both appeared to have been rather attractive women. One, the shorter of the two, had a cesarean scar. The blond had undergone breast augmentation as she had obvious implants.
The third female was older and rather matronly looking. She was probably in her mid-to-late forties. Her short cropped hair was heavily peppered with gray. She was overweight, and her large, triple-D tits now hung inverted near her shoulders. None of the three showed any signs of punitive punishment, such as whip marks, as the Russian girl did. None had been dead for more than 20 minutes.
Wexler turned his back to the trio of visitors and began to go to work. Jason whispered to Bill and Karen that the female reproductive organs were usually harvested first. Wexler stepped up to the short, dark-haired cadaver. Talking descriptively as he worked, Wexler used an electric laser scalpel to quickly excise around the young woman's vulva, careful not to detach it from the vagina. He then opened the cadaver from the pubic mound down to the navel as assistants to either side held the lower abdomen open. With quick surgical skill he detached the ovaries and uterus and pulled them out from the abdomen still attached to the shaved vulva lips.
After handing the petite woman's entire reproductive set to an assistant who immediately carried from the room, Wexler quickly moved to the taller blond and began to repeat the strange harvest, proficiently removing the internal vagina and external pussy in one piece.
Jason whispered to Bill and Karen, inquiring if they were all right. They both nodded affirmatively. Jason then quietly explained that the older female would not have her uterus removed, only her vagina and its external components. “It can't be used in a fertility transplant” he said quietly, “but someone will surely want it for a sex change operation. Someone, somewhere, will want her large breasts too. I have no idea what for, but they certainly are a marketable novelty item when there're that big.”
Bill and Karen stared with amazement as Wexler quickly moved the laser with precision to cut all the way around the fat woman's vaginal lips. Within moments he placed her vagina into a stainless steel pan held up by a female assistant and then turned and bent over to grab the large woman's breasts. He gripped one tit firmly by the nipple and pulled it out from the body as the laser cut the breast away from the torso.
By the time Bill and Karen left the organ harvest room, all four of the females there, including the Chechen girl, had had their front organ cavity panels completely cut off and carefully emptied. Within minutes the waiting jet aircraft were taking off to the four corners of the globe with their precious cargo of transplant organs. All that was left were four now sexless, eviscerated cadavers.
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