Name: Katerina Goldstein
Age: 26
Sex: F
Description: See image, a young pregnant housewife.
Crime: Her husband was part of a plot to oust the dictator of their nation. The dictator started a brutal purge after finding out, ordering all family members of those implicated in the plot to be killed.




>>4913
The executioner took a long drag from her cigarette as she eyed the little prisoner. Kaylee Clark fidgeted in her baggy prison jumpsuit, her eyes switching back and forth between the executioner and the guillotine where her short life would end. The girl had her arms and legs restrained with cuffs, and her strawberry blonde hair had been cut short to ensure a clean beheading.

"Alright, no use in dragging this out", the executioner finally spoke. She gently placed her hands on Kaylee's shoulders and firmly pushed her towards the guillotine. The woman could feel Kaylee's slender body trembling in fear. A pang of pity swept through the woman's heart. "Okay sweetie, I need you to be brave for me", the executioner whispered in Kaylee's ear. The little girl nodded, and placed her rear on the bascule. Kaylee looked up at the executioner, her blue eyes welling up with tears. "W-will it hurt?", she asked.
The executioner knelt down and touched Kaylee's cheek. "No, it's very quick. You won't feel anything", she answered with a half truth. "Now, lie back and don't move".

Kaylee obeyed, and the executioner locked the lunette over the girl's slim neck, then tied the leather straps over her chest and legs. Kaylee looked up at the blade and whimpered, her heart pounding like a jackhammer. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of Kaylee breathing quickly. The executioner released the déclic and the blade dropped free. A loud thud followed as the blade sliced through Kaylee's neck and hit the bottom. Her body arched its back, her flat chest raised as high as the straps would allow. Blood spurted from the neck stump for several seconds before petering off into a dribble, as Kaylee's heart slowed to a stop.

The executioner walked around to the basket and reached in. She picked up the head of the girl and raised it up, peering at Kaylee's face. The child's eyes were flat and dull, her mouth parted slightly as if she was in the middle of saying something. The executioner dropped it back into the basket. She took out her tablet computer and checked Kaylee off the list. There were another 8 prisoners to deal with. She sighed, and called for the clean up crew to bring the body bags.

Name: Linda and Christina Bishop
Age: 34(Linda) and 15(Christina)
Sex: F
Description: See image.
Crime: Incestuous relationship. After losing her husband, and unable to find a suitable man, Linda became desperate for love. Her beautiful teenage daughter, having developed a crush on her own mother, seduced her easily. Unfortunately, they were caught having sex in a motel and sentenced to death.

4921

After thirty minutes of scrubbing, mopping, and almost enough water to fill a small swimming pool, Peter’s execution chamber was clean; he inhaled deeply as the scent of bleach and soap rose to his nostrils. It wouldn’t last.

A plot to overthrow the Supreme Leader was foiled, and the perpetrators and their families were to be executed. Peter alone had already executed ninety-seven people that day, and had almost five hundred coming his way over the next few days.

“Next,” he yelled over the intercom.

The door opened and a woman in her twenties, blonde hair in a ponytail, and completely naked save for a pair of glasses on her head, entered. And, judging by her firm, round, belly pregnant and nearly ready to give birth.

Peter felt a slight twinge in his stomach; the woman was almost a spitting image of his own wife, save for the pregnant belly and plump breasts. Such a fate for such a lovely woman was unfair, but Peter already killed several dozen women already, and even a few children. If he did try anything to save her life, his own wife and children would meet her fate instead.

“Over here,” Peter said and pointed towards a large drain. The woman walked with her head down and lips shut; tears dripped from her eyes and each breath grew heavier as she approached the spot. Peter drew a 9mm pistol. “Where do you want it?”

The woman sniffled and looked up. “What?”

“Where do you want me to shoot you? The head or heart?”

She stared at him for a few seconds and then looked away. “Well, I guess if I can choose,” her hands cusped the sides of her belly, “put the first shots in my stomach. Kill my unborn baby first so he doesn’t suffer.” She closed her eyes.

Peter stepped back and fired six shots in a circle around her belly button. She fell to the floor, thrashing and screaming as a crimson puddle formed, and flowed down the drain. She looked up, blood dripping from her mouth. “Please,” she grunted.

Peter silenced her screams with two shots to the forehead. As she pissed and shit on the floor, Peter walked over to a touchscreen on the wall, and confirmed that Katerina Goldstein was deceased. Then he carried her corpse to an oversized garbage shoot, and tossed her down to the street below where several workers waited to load her body on to a truck.

Peter shook his head at the putrid odor now filling the room as he yelled “next” into the intercom.

Name: Tessa Arnolds
Age: 13
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Hacking into sloppily secured intelligence agency servers and leaking the identities of hundreds of agents to the world
Scenario: A young computer prodigy is manipulated into betraying her nations secrets. Now, she faces the death penalty for treason.





>>4929


Mike was fiddling with his watch when the first two prisoners entered the execution chamber. He looked up, coolly appraising his victims. Two females, both of them brunettes, and both wearing nothing but their underwear. From a quick glance, he could tell they were related. Mike looked down at the checklist for the day. Linda and Christina Bishop, mother and daughter, sentenced to die for their degenerate relationship with each other.

Mike called up Christina first, reasoning that it would be more merciful to spare the teenager the agony of seeing her mother die in front of her. Christina turned and gave her mother a tight hug. Linda held her daughter, sobbing quietly. He glanced at the girl while he prepared his tools. She was definitely good looking, with a slender, athletic build. Modest breasts, compared to her rather busty mother. Her brunette hair was tied up in a simple pony tail, her eyes pointedly avoiding his.

She finally let go of her mother and slowly plodded over to the gurney. The teen sat on the edge, and swung her legs up onto the bed, before laying her head back on the pillow. Mike tightened the straps across her arms, chest, abdomen, thighs and feet. He looked around surreptitiously, then quickly slipped a hand underneath her bra and gave her breasts a quick squeeze, relishing the pleasantly firm yet pliant sensation. Christina squeaked in surprise. Ignoring the girl's venomous glare, Mike placed 10 EKG patches on her chest, arms, and legs, then inserted an IV drip feed into her left and right arm. He checked the EKG monitor. Christina's BPM was elevated from the normal rate, but that was to be expected.

Only one more step remained. He leaned over and asked the prisoner for her last words. She shook her head. He nodded, and walked over to the switch that would start the execution.

The state called for a simple two drug injection. A 5 gram dose of sodium pentothal, then a squirt of saline solution through the tubes followed up with a 100 milligram dose of pancuronium bromide, a muscle relaxant that killed by paralyzing the lungs and diaphragm. At precisely half past 12, he pressed the switch, sending the lethal dose through the IV tubes and into Christina's body. The young girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her heart rate spiked on the EKG monitor. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Christina opened her eyes and looked around, visibly confused. She laid her head back, blinked a couple times, then closed her eyes again. The anesthetic had kicked in, knocking her unconscious. Slowly, the BPM on the EKG decreased. At the two minute mark, it flatlined, a loud beep echoing through the chamber.

He undid the restraints and lifted Christina's corpse up off the gurney. Two body bags had been prepared, and he laid the dead girl into one. He dutifully recorded time of death and her prisoner number onto a tag and attached it to the bag. "Next up, please", he called out.

Linda Bishop stood up and shakily walked over to the gurney. She paused in front of Christina's body and knelt down, gathering her daughter up in her arms. She kissed her dead child's lips, tears rolling down her cheeks as she trembled. Mike let her grieve while he cleaned the IV tubes and prepped new doses.

Linda gently laid Christina back into the bag and stood up, gracefully pulling herself together as she clambered onto the gurney. Mike admired her body. Linda had kept herself in shape, and could have passed for a woman a decade younger. Her body had filled out, and where her daughter had been thin and athletic, she was shapely and meaty. Her brunette hair had been cut short, and she stared back at him, her dark brown eyes filled with regret and resentment. He strapped her down tight, attacked the EKG patches and IV drip feeds, and asked for her final words.

"Forgive me, sweetie. Mommy's coming up to meet you", she whispered, her voice ragged. Mike nodded, and hit the switch. The woman stiffened, then relaxed as the drugs ran through her body. Her eyelids drooped, then closed for the last time. Mike waited, but only a minute had passed before he smelled the stench of urine. He looked over at Linda's pelvis, and saw a wet spot grow across her plain cotton panties. The executioner heard the beep of the EKG machine detecting a flatline BPM, and went to untie the restraints. Grunting, he lifted the dead woman up, and with considerably more effort, dumped her unceremoniously into the second body bag. He marked date of death and prisoner number, then called the medical examiner in to take the bodies away.

Laura Whitefield age 12 Samuel Whitefield age 10 Elle Whitefield age 7 if you want you may spare her life but if you do make her watch.
Crimes incest, 1 count murder for the murder by stabbing of their Mother Lina Whitefield age 31 after she caught them having sex and threatened to turn them in. 1 count attempted murder of their father Robert Whitefield age 30 after he heard the screams of his wife he was stabbed 4 times in the stomach the kids then fled their home and were caught six miles away.
please make it slow and painful they deserve it.

Tessa Arnolds Punishment.
Location U.S.N.A. Federal Maximum Security Prison Denver Colorado April 18th 2091 at 0400
U.S.N.A. United States Of North America
0700 Allen tray the executioner makes his way to Death row thinking about how he is going to have make a poor girl die that is a year older then his own daughter
0709 Allen Arrives at tessa's cell the Mormon bishop steps out of the cell shakes Allen's hand looks back and say may the lord have mercy on your soul Tessa.
Allen steps in and says: Hello Tessa i am your Executioner Allen i am going to Read you your death warrant now then handcuff and shackle you then lead you to the death chamber where i will carry out your sentence. Tessa Linda Arnolds the Supreme Court of the U.S.N.A. Has Found you Guilty of Treason in a Tribunal as such You are here by sentenced to Death By Poison Gas cyanide which is to be carried out Today April 18th 2091 at 0730 your execution will be recorded by camera and shown on the News at noon Mountain time across the nation. this court has made this decision in good standing and on good knowledge of your guilt. may your god have mercy on your soul. He then ask her if she wishes to wear a diaper so that if she urinates or defecates the camera wont see it. she refuses. Tessa whimpers for a few seconds Allen then tell her to to around place her hands on her head and spread her legs. he then handcuffs her and shackles her ankles. 0715 2 guards armed with tasers escort Allen and Tessa from her cell and walk them down the 50 yard long hallway to the execution chamber when they enter 2 minutes later the 2 guards help escort her into the chamber they unbutton her shirt and place a wireless heartbeat monitor device on each side of her chest and place a brainwave monitor at the back of her neck by the brain stem then then button her shirt back up. they ask her sit she complies, they then unshackle her and use leather straps to tie her Wrist,chest,hips and ankles down. both guards then leave the chamber and activate the camera. they then leave the execution room and head to the cemetery to prepare the grave for the condemned girl. this takes 3 minutes
0720 Allen steps into the Chamber and ask: Tessa before your sentence is carried out do you have any last request or statements to make. he holds a microphone close to her face
Tessa: Yeah i do. To the families whose loved ones i got killed, or put at risk i am so sorry. to my Parents i am so sorry that i hurt your reputations and left you with one less child, to my little brother Tyson grow up strong and wise and help protect our family and nation that is all. i am ready to die now.
0723 Allen ask Tessa if she wishes to die blindfolded and gagged she shakes her head no. Allen then steps out of the chamber he reads her death warrant again loud enough to ensure the camera picks it up. He Closes And Secures the Air Tight Bulkhead. He then activates the system. 0730 Allen presses the button. 0733 Tessa starts Screaming that it hurts, hyperventilating and struggling against the steel chair and leather straps to no avail. this continues till 07:37 she tilts her head to the Left and Vomits. 07:39 she goes silent at 07:40 Allen observes her Jumpsuit crouch area now has a yellow and brown liquid coming from her crouch. 7:55:41 Tessa Slumps finally at 07:59:54 the Pulse and brainwave Monitors Flat line. 0800 He turns the Cameras off. 0830 as per law Allen waits 30 Minutes from the last Heartbeat to deploy ammonia to neutralize the cyanide gas. at 0835 He enters the chamber wearing a gas mask he uses a stethoscope to listen for a heartbeat he finds no heartbeat. He unstraps her corpse Cuts her Poisoned Jumpsuit off he then sprays her down with a hose, dries her off dresses her in a simple white gown with white panties, white socks and black shoes. he then places her on a gurney and wheels her to a hearse at 0915. He Helps bury Her in an unmarked Grave. 0956 Allen arrives back at the prison and meets with the warden. who pays him a fee of 900 Dollars Plus a Bonus of 300 for extending her suffering. he leaves the prison at 1000. 1145 Allen arrives home sits down and turns on channel 9 for the noon hour news. at 1200 the news starts the top story is the traitors execution it is completely uncut and raw showing her last words, her pain and suffering, her death and even the sounds of the flat line the video ends at 1242.

Name: Princess Sophia, House of Crawford
Age: 11
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Her father’s kingdom was defeated after a long and costly war that he started. The occupying powers seek to replace the monarchy, and ordered the execution of all members of the royal family.

>>4933

https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/16086.html#q16110

Name: Jenny Carter
Age: 23
Sex: F
Description: See image, a young high school chemistry teacher
Crime: As a member of a radical communist group, she had helped create compounds for a nerve gas which was used in an attack on the headquarters of the national bank



>>4937
Since I seem to have reached the word limit on /rp/, I posted the story to your thread, if that's okay.

Name: Vivian Wren
Age: 34
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Wren is a trained assassin for the Yakuza, accused and convicted of killing at least 4 prominent members of a major city government in an attempt to intimidate the council over an upcoming vote.

——-

The group gathered in the room on the other side of the glass barrier, filing in slowly to their seats. There were cameras set up in either corner, and another two were hanging from the ceiling, in the chamber on the other side of the glass. A pair of reporters were there, with recording gear and note pads. Other than that, the room was filling up with officials, designated by the state to witness the execution.

On the other side of the barrier was a single metal table, tilted up at an angle. This allowed those on the other side of the glass to bear witness. Normally such an event as this would not have quite so large an audience, and would not be broadcast. But the matter at stake warranted the measures, as to ensure that no one got the idea to do such a thing again.

The Table was not empty. Strapped down, naked, but aware, was a woman, with large breasts (the straps ran above and below the bust) and legs spread. Her dark hair was loose, and there was a gag in her mouth to keep her from screaming too loud. Her eyes were wide, and she was squirming about, but the straps that crossed over her ankles, thighs, wrists and just above the elbow, as well as her waist, kept her in place.

The clock struck 8:00pm, Local time, and one of the men in uniform stood up, gesturing to the glass window, and the naked woman bound to the table. He pulled out a piece of paper and began to read from it. "We are here this evening to witness the lawful execution of one Miss Jenny Carter, for high crimes of treason against the State, as well as the manufacturing and deployment of a chemical weapons, classified as a weapon of mass destruction. In accordance with the law, and under court orders, we will now execute the prisoner with her own nerve agent."

This was, of course, played in a speaker on the other room. The woman, one Jenny Carter, was able to hear everything that was said. However the glass was sound proof. So those on this side could not hear her scream. But scream she did. The girl had done what she had been told was necessary, to bring down the Capitalist oligarchs that suppressed the workers of the country. She did not expect to get caught, or fall subject to the full force and fury of said oligarchs (those that survived the gas attack in any case). In true capitalist fashion, bets were being made on how long she would last, even now.

A hissing noise filled the room, and her head bounced about, as she started to gasp harder for air. She couldn't actually hold her breath - the ball gag in her mouth prevented her from doing so. Her toes curled and she squirmed from side to side, the table rocking slightly. Through the glass she could see the faces of those watching. Some were calm. Others looked eager, ready for her to die.

The gas filled the room in a gentle blue haze, almost peaceful looking. She was sweating now, knowing what was happening. The fumes seeped into her mouth, down her throat. She coughed. Inhaled. And that was it. Her body reacted almost immediately. The thrashing intensified, far beyond what her own conscious efforts had elicited. She bucked up, her stomach arcing against the strap, then crashed down. She was screaming and sobbing, trying to breath as the agent seemed to burn her lungs from the inside out. Her eyes were wide, starring back at those watching her, as slowly the whites became blood red.

Jenny was crying now, from the pain, and the realization that this was in fact the end. She'd failed. There was no peoples revolt. Tears of blood poured out of her eyes now, as her vision became as red as the blood on her cheeks. Foam appeared at her mouth, and her nose, bubbling up and out like a rabid dog. She shook all over and her body then sagged. Drool and spit poured down her chest.

Red, red, everything she saw was red…and then…darkness. She took one last searing breath and tried to scream, but only managed to gurgle as the agent ate through her trachea. Her legs bucked at the knees, and her body sagged against the leather strap. Her head was held in place, unable to fall forward, as blood red, lifeless eyes stared back. Between her legs, a stream of rancid piss poured out, splattering to the floor. And then the body hung there. Dead.

"Thus to all traitors," someone on the other side of the glass said. "it is now 8:07 pm. Miss Jenny Carter has been executed as per the order of the court."

Name: Serena
Age: 17
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Murder



>>4942
Vivian Wren bowed towards the state sanctioned swordswoman, who bowed back. The 34 year old yakuza assassin then carefully got to her knees before undoing the first couple buttons on her jumpsuit, letting it slide down and revealing her toned, athletic body to the world. Her perky breasts heaved as she took a few deep breaths, steeling herself for what was to come.

A few clipped words of Japanese came over the PA system, and Wren presented her bare neck. Wren's long silver hair had been cut boyishly short in order to increase the chance of a successful first cut. Wren flinched as she felt the cold edge of the blade tap against her neck. The headswoman gave a few practice swings before raising her sword for the first try.

In a smooth, practiced motion the executioner slashed downwards. The sword sank deep into Wren's neck, stopping just short of completely beheading her. Blood sprayed from the cut as Wren's head flopped forward, a single flap of muscle and skin keeping it connected to the rest of her body. The swordswoman slipped her sword out of the cut, before wiping it clean on her uniform. She turned and bowed to the cameras. Meanwhile, Wren's torso twitched before crumpling forward, having lost its connection to the brain. She lay on the floor, a pool of blood spreading around her mortal wound.

Name: Alexandria Jenkins(left), Amanda Valentine(middle), and Jessica Bailey
Age: 10(Alexandria and Amanda), 9(Jessica)
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Murder
Scenario: The three girls travel the country and perform lewd and sexual acts with each other for money. When a man attempted to violated their no-touch rule, Amanda murdered him.
The deaths of Alexandria and Jessica can be merciful if the executioner desires, the judge wants Amy to suffer as she is the one who committed the murder.


>>4951

Response here: https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/16086.html#q16179

>>4953

Not sure why you keep posting these scenarios with birds/monsters. None of us are turned on by them, and we really don't enjoy writing stories about them. These threads are for scenarios involving the deaths of attractive ladies (and sometimes guys), and these do not fit that bill.

Also, your response wasn't even an execution; which is the focus of this particular thread.

>>4955
Agreed, these seem like they should go in their own thread. Most of us aren't zoophiliacs.

>>4956
I think that’s why the methods of killing them didn’t mention sex or necrophilia.

Name: Brittany Hoffman
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Description: See Pic
Crime: Assisting Terrorists
Scenario: Brittany stole certain materials from her dad's business and gave them to a boy she liked, unaware that he was going to make a bomb that would kill 1500 people.

>>4953

Looking at the horrid creature, resembling little more than a walking corpse, Jared swore to never end up in this prison. Chained over a pot of boiling water, it thrashed and uttered a wet, gurgled, roar, as hot steam cooked its' mangled flesh.

"Lower it!" Jared bellowed, and his assistant pulled a lever on the wall.

The monster roared ferociously as it was lowered into the water, and a terrible shriek cut into the very souls of everyone within the room. The scream lasted for almost a minute, until it expired.

After boiling for an hour, the creature's shriveled remains were lifted out and cut from the chain. The butcher swiftly removed the genitals—a gruesome treat to be served to the most ruthless criminal they held—and the rest of the carcass was thrown into a meat grinder and added to the gruel that the chefs served to the inmates.

Oops. Forgot the pic.

Name: Alex
Age: 15
Sex: M
Description: See image
Crime: Rape



>>4959
Brittany screamed and struggled as the guards tied her to the post. "Let me go, let me go!", she wailed, her voice cracking. It was useless, as the guards felt no pity for the treasonous little whore. One of the men retrieved a black strip of cloth and wrapped it around the poor girl's eyes. Once Brittany was restrained, the guards withdrew about 10 meters, where a table loaded with rifles was located.

Brittany trembled in terror, unable to see her executioners, but able to hear the metallic sounds of bullets being loaded into magazines, then bolts being racked back and forth.

"READY!"
Brittany tried to wriggle out of the ropes tying her to the post.
"AIM!"
She pissed herself as she sobbed hysterically.
"I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING!", she screamed, "PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO BE-"
"FIRE!"
Her pleas shifted to a high pitched, mindless scream as the guards raised their rifles and aimed.

CRACK CRACK CRACK

Gunfire burst forth as the guards unloaded their rifles into the 15 year old girl. Brittany jerked and twitched as each bullet slammed into her budding chest and taut stomach. Finally, as the last round punched through her body, she slumped over. Blood seeped through her ratty tank top, making it cling to her young form. The men placed the empty rifles back on the table, letting the warden and prison physician walk up to the limp body. The doctor grabbed Brittany by her hair and pulled her head up, peering into her eyes. They were dull and unfocused, still wet with her final tears. He let go of her head and placed a finger on her neck. No pulse.

The doctor turned to the warden and nodded. "The prisoner is dead", he said. They undid her restraints, and Brittany's still body fell face forward into the dirt. One of the guards came up to the post with a body bag thrown over his shoulder, which he laid down next to the corpse. The warden and doctor grabbed the girl by her arms and legs and carelessly threw her onto the bag. The guard zipped the bag up and lifted it up to take back to the morgue.

The doctor smiled, anticipating the fun he'd have exploring Britanny's firm, youthful body.

>>4964
Name: Terezi Pyrope
Age: 21 earth years, 9.6 Alternian solar sweeps
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Treason

The troll could smell the red in Alex’s hair from a mile away. Now, while that was exaggerated, she was about a meter or two away from him. She snuck up behind him, being careful to remain silent as to not disturb him. Once she was close enough, she grappled him into a bear hug.

As Alex struggled, Terezi started… licking his hair. The licks went on for several minutes before his hair was completely soaked in the troll woman’s saliva. As hunger surged up in her stomach, she hugged him harder, breaking several bones, including his ribs. Terezi then bit down, rending a hole in his skull and an important piece of his brain missing. She chewed for a bit, tasing his hair and scalp before his brain touched her skull.

A loud ‘BLUH’ resounded as she clawed at her mouth in disgust and spat out the teen’s brain and fled, leaving the boy’s flailing body to its own devices. Obviously, human brains do not taste very good to trolls. Minutes later, the body finally died down, with foam surrounding the mouth and the occasional twitch of a finger or toe.

>>4971

Name: Jessie Musashi
Age: 25 years old
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Theft, grand larceny, kidnapping, assault.

—

There was but one punishment for treason, and for Terezi that punishment was metted out two days after her brief trial. The case was cut and dry, and there was no sense in wasting the governments money on a long, drawn out legal process when the conclusion was inevitable. The state had declared her a traitor, and they would not have done so publicly if there was any chance she might be innocent, would they?

The grey skinned woman was taken out in the morning, to the amphitheater where her execution would be held, for public display. Ropes were tied to both of her wrists, and her ankles, and bunched together into a leash used to guide the nude prisoner up to the platform. The stands were, of course, packed with spectators, many there of their own volition. While the State had been known to occasionally force locals into watching, so that it would seem that they were held in high approval, this was not always necessary, and today seemed to be one such day where the participants in the stands were eager for the execution to take place.

Any protests on Terezi's part were ignored by the black masked executioners. A reading of her crimes was read to the crowd as the woman's arm and leg bindings were tugged in four different directions. She was lashed to a series of poles, strung up with her body suspended above the platform. Each rope was tied to a metal ring. Each ring connected to a heavy chain, which ran through a pulley system. This system eventually ended in a wheel, that the lead executioner walked up to, placing his meaty hands on the spokes.

Terezi was breathing frantically. There was no escape - there had never been. But her chest heaved and her bare breasts bounced. The nude woman gasped for air as she felt her body begin to be pulled, and tugged, in four directions at once. Each click of the wheel sucked another chain link up into the pulley at the top of the poles. Each link tugged the heavy ring up by an inch. And that in turn tugged on her limbs. Pressure began to build and build at her joints - the wrists and ankles, of course, but mostly, the shoulders and hips.

Soon, Terezi was groaning in pain. The crowd was screaming in delight as the woman's body bucked, pulled taut. She shook, held in place, breathing rapidly, eyes full of fear. It felt like she was going to break apart. The Executioner gave a heavy spin of the wheel, cranking the chain in a few links, and in the process, pulling each limb from its socket. Terezi screamed in agony as her arms and legs were forcibly dislocated. She thrashed about, her body hanging awkwardly now, each limb flailing.

But it did not stop there. After a moment of the intense agony, the girls sobs and pants heard in the crowd, the executioner began to spin the wheel again. And he did not stop until, with a sickening tearing of flesh, each limb was ripped from her body, muscle and skin pulling and pulling. The scream - her last scream - was ear piercing and wretched, as the head and torso fell down to the floor of the deck, flopping about like a fish out of water. She wailed, only too have her voice tail off. Massive blood loss, and the shock of pain brought her death swift at that point, and she soon lay still in a pool of her own blood, piss, and shit, face starring up blankly into the sun, watching her severed limb swaying in the wind.

>>4979

Names: Claire (left), Lucy (right), Cynthia (bottom)
Age: 35 (Claire), 17 (Lucy), 18 (Cynthia)
Sex: F
Description: See image
Crime: Rape, corruption of a minor. After all three of them (both individually and together) tried and failed to seduce Cynthia's younger brother (14), they decided to force themselves on him instead after school; just too bad for them someone saw. [If you only wanna do one or two of them, just have them executed as the main instigator and the rest sentenced to prison]

***

The prisoner looks up as I enter her cell some half hour before the scheduled time. “Come with me. It's time.”

As she gets up and follows me, it's somewhat hard to believe that the red-haired woman wearing only an oversize white t-shirt and tight black shorts is supposed to be a hardened criminal, her face clearly showing a lack of sleep, and her arms wrapped tightly around herself to stave off some of the cold of her not quite adequately-heated cell, her hard nipples (and large breasts) distinctly visible through her flimsy shirt.

However the tens of thousands in stolen property, numerous – sometimes seriously – injured bystanders, and the ten-year old she kept hostage for over a week, along with a laundry list of other crimes speak a different language. From what I hear Jessie Musashi – if that is her actual name – was in this 'business' for the better part of ten years, and working with organised crime, and so the punishment for her grand total of deeds is death, to be administered in just a few more minutes.

As most condemned tend to do, Jessie pauses at the sight of the tall gallows as she enters the bare concrete room, but she quickly seems to catch herself, walking past me as I close the door behind her and lock it, turning towards me and leaning forward, pulling down the neck of her shirt to give me a deep view into her cleavage.

“Say, is there nothing that can be done about this? I promise to be a good girl from now on.”

Her case file didn't go into much detail if or how she used her body for her own gain, seeing as most of her crimes tended to be more …straightforward, but with looks like that, I suppose it's not too big a surprise she'd entertain the option too. However… “You're aware that I'm no judge or even police officer? I'm just a lowly prison guard doing my job, there's not a whole lot I can do for you right now.”

“For real?” Jessie almost immediately snaps back to her usual, more confrontational tone, standing up straight. “Now what? I got like twenty more minutes before you gotta hang me, right?”

“Yes. By law you're entitled to wait for a pardon until the last minute.” Even though I really don't think there's one coming in her case. “Until then you're free to talk to me, wait, or anything else you want, as long as it won't force security to come in here and restrain you.”

“Sounds fun.” Jessie deadpans. “Bet you get a lot of awkward silences. And crying, probably.”

“Yeah, that pretty much describes it. I'm glad you're not being one of those.”

“I just figured the things I did would catch up with me eventually.” Jessie shrugs. “Really would've hoped it'd last a few years longer, though.” After pausing and thinking for a few moments, Jessie kneels in front of me, opening my zipper with deft fingers.

“Again, you know that this is not gonna change anything?” I remind her as she pulls out my dick, stroking it to quickly get me hard. “Even if I wanted to, there's no way I can get you pardoned, much less help you escape.”

“I know.” Jessie simply shrugs. “But it looks like you got a pretty shitty job, all things considered, and I'm feeling generous right now. And it's a way to pass the time, no?”

I suppose I can't really argue with that kind of logic, so I just nod, and Jessie resumes stroking me for a few seconds longer, before leaning forward to take my dick into her mouth, steadying herself against my leg with one hand as she starts to lick and suck it.

As Jessie continues sucking me, taking my dick almost all the way into her mouth and slowly running her tongue along the shaft before pulling back, in a way that clearly shows some experience, I notice her fondling and playing with her breasts through her shirt with her free hand, and a little later she pauses, pulling back to take off her shirt, baring her large, supple breasts with large areolae and completely hard nipples to me.

“Like what you see?” She asks with a smirk that shows she knows the answer already, taking one of my hands to guide it to her breasts, gasping as I grope and squeeze the soft, seemingly all-natural flesh. After a few moments she pulls my hand away again, instead moving a little closer to sandwich my dick between her breasts, pressing them together with her hands as she starts rocking back and forth to give me a proper titfuck.

I wouldn't likely would've cum pretty soon anyways, but like this, with Jessie's tits pretty much entirely engulfing my dick, it only takes me another minute or two. I gasp as I cum not soon after, and Jessie continues titfucking me for several more moments as I shoot my load between her breasts, before pulling back and leaning down a little to let the last few droplets to splatter on her face instead, before gently licking my dick for a few more moments, to clean it up.

Demonstratively swallowing, Jessie gets up with a content expression, showing off the large cum splatter over her cleavage and breasts and the smaller bits on her chin and cheek, while I slowly wind down. “…Wow. Thanks for that.”

“You're welcome, I guess.” Jessie looks at the clock above the door. “Still got a few minutes. Do I have to wait this out?”

“If you don't want to wait for a pardon, you can be executed right now, yes.”

“I mean, this isn't some cheesy Hollywood movie, so it's not bloody likely I'm gonna be pardoned at the literal last minute, is it?”

“Realistically, no.”

“Good, then let's just get this over with, surely you have some place else to be too.”

“Very well.” I pick up Jessie's shirt to hand it to her, but she shakes her head, instead pulling down her shorts to reveal a lack of underwear and a short fuzz that likely means her pussy was shaved before she got sentenced and sent here.

“Not like I have anything to lose, so might as well go out in style.” Jessie steps out of her shorts, walking up the steps to the gallows completely naked, with a sway in her hips that emphasises her curvy behind quite well. “You coming?”

“Of course.” I quickly follow Jessie up the steps, ignoring the fact that I'm getting hard again; guess I'll have to see if I can arrange a few minutes of 'private time' with her body in the morgue later, if nothing else. Resisting the urge to grope her ass in passing, I usher Jessie onto the trapdoor marked with a large not-at-all ominous X, then pull down the noose, adjusting the settings in the small console in the beam of the gallows.

Lowering my voice, I lean close to Jessie. “I know it's not much, but I've set it up for a long drop; try your best to be as relaxed as you can, and with any luck it'll snap your neck so at least you won't suffer long.”

“I guess that's all I can ask for, hm?” Despite the sarcastic bite to her voice, Jessie seems to sound slightly appreciative too. “Then just do it.”

“Jessie Musashi, for your numerous crimes you have been sentenced to hang by the neck until dead.” I put the noose around her neck and pull it closed, making sure the knot is in the right position. “Do you have any last words?”

“I've had my fun, I suppose, but as they say, all good things… Now get me swinging, will you?” Not bad, I wonder if she thought of those beforehand.

I pull the lever, dropping the platform under her, and with a small gasp Jessie falls several feet before coming to a stop with a clearly audible sharp crack, and by the time I've walked down the stairs, her body is already only weakly twitching, going limp a few seconds later, a stream of urine dripping down her legs and into the grating in the floor below her.

A bit of a shame, really, but at least she got to die quickly, I muse as I leave the room to get the doctor to confirm her – patently obvious – death and have the body brought to the morgue.

Name: Elsa McConnelly
Age: 13
Sex: F
Description: See image. Energetic tomboy.
Crime: Murdered the girlfriend of her schoolyard crush in a fit of jealous rage.
Scenario: Daughter of two American expats in an alt universe Imperial Japan that never entered WW2.

>>5687
They took Aunt Claire first. The former super model was no longer wearing fashionable designer clothes, but a ratty cotton tank top and orange prison issue pants, the same uniform Lucy and I wore.

She didn't struggle as they strapped her into the chair, on account of the sedatives they had already fed her. I watched intensely as the executioner slid the IV tube into her arm, seeing her flinch as the needle sank through her soft skin. Claire looked down at her arm and the tube. She bit her lips nervously.

The executioner, a young, pale looking man affixed an EKG patch to her chest, his not so subtle attempt at groping her tits earning him a dirty look from the older woman. He recoiled, turned away with a blush and went to the wall of shelves in the death chamber.

He came back with the drug. As the supply of purpose made lethal injection drugs had dwindled, the state now mixed their supply with cheaper, off the shelf products. Cost effective, as they say. I looked on as the man placed the bag of clear fluid into the IV feed mechanism.

There was no time given for last words. He flicked a switch, and there was a hiss as the contents of the bag were pumped directly into Aunt Claire's veins. Her eyes widened, and she began to struggle in her restraints. The EKG machine picked up her skyrocketing BPM. Aunt Claire's perky breasts swayed as she writhed, then her heart gave out within her chest. The EKG machine flatlined, and Aunt Claire's head fell forward, her eyes wide open. Between her legs, a wet patch grew as her bladder relaxed. The executioner undid her restraints, took hold of her arms and dragged her limp body off the chair and into a body bag. Two more lay beside her, and I shivered as I imagined my own corpse being zipped up in the very near future.

As the eldest sister, they took me after. Lucy would be safe, as a minor, she was still exempt from the death penalty. I looked back at my little sister, saw her pale, tear streaked face and gave her my bravest smile. Inside, I was terrified.

The seat was still warm as I settled in, the leather straps still moist from Claire's sweat. I cringed as my butt sank into the piss puddle Aunt Claire had left. Now, it was my turn to be fondled by the executioner, his bony fingers digging into my breast flesh as he placed the EKG patch on my chest. I looked away, held my breath as the IV tube was inserted in my arm. My heart was pounding at a million miles an hour.

Then, the switch was flicked once more, and I felt the liquid enter my body. The last thing I saw as the world went cold and dark and distant was my little sister look away, her face crumpled in grief. The darkness collapsed around me, and I let go, letting the world slip away. It was almost peaceful.

>>5690
I felt so bad. A child? Just barely a teen, she's still a baby. It was the only thing that almost saved her life, tho she'd have lived behind bars with other violent crazies. She's probably better off dead. She gave me shudders, because how could some innocent girl do such a terrible thing.

I knew of the boy she murdered. He had been seen testifying, sacred, in a previous incident where she damaged another girl's toys, phone and purse. She smiled and giggled, and said she forgave him.

She wasn't giggling this time. She knew it wasn't a matter of her parents paying for damages, a curfew, a house arrest… no, she knew she was going to die.

"PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!" A million different ways, from the start of the trial to the end.

The boy who watched his girlfriend die at her hands… was, well it was like 3 people had been destroyed when she did that. Not only are 2 girls dead, but this boy, always got good grades, sometimes broke some rules but was wise enough to not do anything too stupid…

Now he smiled. With his eyebrows furrowed. Like he was angry and happy, somehow vindicated. He wanted her to know he'd enjoy this. I thought he was a quiet child but not now, he wanted to taunt her, but his parents pleaded him to be better, while understanding why he was so mean at this girl's trial and execution. He still insulted her, but was choosier about his words. After his parents spoke with him about the future and war, he changed from "I hope you suffer, you're an evil brat and took everything I loved from me!" to… colder, restrained phrases.


"I'm glad you'll never hurt anyone again!" Was the last thing he said to her, as she was strapped to a post.

Looking her in the eyes, I raised my sword. A thousand necks over just a few years as an executioner… I'd gotten used to it. I've even felled children before, but not one so young for a heat of the moment impulse, a 17 year old burning kittens and her own younger sister, and seemed much older…
This girl, she had just discovered her sexuality, and was like a puppy that bit in anger, not understanding herself.
I put the blade to her neck and she cried more and more, until the steel touched her skin and she froze, wincing. Even grown men, the strongest, have done this, and maybe I would too.

I pulled the blade back for a full swing and she burst into louder sobs despite that her voice was now shredded from her screams.

I paused. I turned away.
"No." She was still executed, but I couldn't condone that and didn't care to see it.

>>5699
>didn't even write a proper execution
>didn't even offer up a victim for the next writer
If you're not going to do this properly, why even bother posting?

Ffs, that guy again, he really doesn't get how these threads work. Here's a proper reply and a new prompt to keep this thread on track.

>>5690

Name: Yura
Age: 17
Sex: F
Description: See picture
Crime: Lewdness on school grounds, abuse of power. As the student council president, she regularly used her position to get 'favours' from other students (of both genders); however once one of them finally spoke up, so did numerous others, and with the number of allegations against her, the principal has little choice other than the greatest punishment in the school rules and have Yura executed.
Scenario: She is executed on stage in front of the whole school during assembly to serve as an example for the other students, and as a warning to her successor in particular. (Bonus: She is executed by her successor, and/or she gets publicly humiliated/raped by some of her victims first)

***

“Elsa McConnelly?” Even though the warden somewhat butchered the pronunciation, Elsa immediately looked up, not like there was anyone else in her cell. “It's time.” With a shaky nod, the girl, having changed her prison clothes for her school's uniform once more for this day, got up, following the uniformed woman into another room, where her last meal had been prepared: a simple but high-quality hamburger and a glass of coke.

As Elsa began silently, hesitantly, eating, the warden couldn't help but feel slightly bad for the girl's fate. Yes, the law was the law, and Elsa not only attacking her classmate, but using a knife from the art supplies, and continuing to slash and stab at the girl until she was beyong saving certainly didn't help her case, nor did the fact that as foreigners, neither she nor her parents had quite been able to properly defend her in court, even with the help of an interpreter.

But still, she was just a child, only a year or so older than the warden's own daughter. However, sadly, by this point there was little she could do to help Elsa without risking serious repercussions, so the warden would just do her job, and do her best to make sure the girl wouldn't have to suffer long.

In the meantime, Elsa had finished her meal and was just blankly staring at the wall in front of her, the faint shakes of her body and the fear in her eyes betraying her otherwise stoic expression. She'd screamed and cried and raged at first, but seemingly run out of tears and energy after a day or two, and seemed resigned to her fate in a dull depression.

“Come.” The warden's voice startled her out of her reverie, and she followed the woman back into the corridor until she stopped in front of the women's bathroom. “You need toilet?” The warden asked, and after taking a small moment to understand the question, Elsa just shook her head, and the woman continued down the hallway, exiting into a small sectioned-off area of the prison courtyard.

No spectators were allowed for the execution, so Elsa had already said farewell to her parents and received her last rites from a priest, all that was to was… end it. However as the warden guided Elsa to the middle of the area, suddenly the girl ran in front of her with tears in her eyes, throwing her arms around the woman and clinging to her as she broke down crying. “I-I'm scared, Miss! I don't want to d-die! Please, I want my Mommy!”

Even though she didn't understand all the words, the intent was very obvious, so in a slight breach of protocol, the warden returned the gesture, holding Elsa close to her chest and stroking her head with one hand, until the girl's sobs slowly calmed down over the course of several minutes. Gritting her teeth and taking a few moments to compose herself, the warden finally broke off the hug, looking down at Elsa's reddened, tear-streaked face. “I'm sorry.”

“Please kneel here.” The warden gestured at the ground in front of her and Elsa complied, seeming to try her best to remain composed. “You have last words?” Elsa shook her head and the warden stepped behind Elsa, pulling out a large pistol. “Please don't move. It will be…” She briefly paused for loss of the right word. “not painful. I promise.”

Elsa briefly flinched at the touch of the metal against her skin as the warden reached down to place the gun against the back of her neck, but to her credit she remained still, audibly holding her breath as the woman briefly searched for the right spot …before finally pulling the trigger without warning.

The loud bang of the gun drowned out any sounds Elsa might have made as the bullet carved through her spine and into her brainstem, killing her instantly. Her body slumped over, falling onto its side as it only continued mindlessly twitching and jerking for a handful of seconds before falling still, the middle of the black shorts she'd worn under her skirt visibly stained with urine. It was done.

Wiping away a stray tear, the warden threw the gun onto the ground next to Elsa's body as she hastily turned to leave and call for the disposal team. After being cleaned and photographed for the files, Elsa's body would be returned to her parents, while the warden would go home to hug her daughter and tell her to please, please, please, never get into any trouble.

>>5705
I wrote a fine story, she was executed.
I also just hadn't found the right pic yet, but feel it's fine if anyone else adds one of their own.

Lighten up, cunts.

Name: Aiden
Age: 17
Sex: M
Description: See image
Crime: Male Prostitution
Scenario: Up to the author

>>5705

Yura squinted as the curtains rose, letting the blinding lights of the school auditorium spill across the stage. The principal strolled out to the podium, tapped the mic with a finger, then cleared his throat.

It was quiet enough you could hear a pin drop.

"I will make this brief. Yura Kawashima, for the crime of public lewdness, rape, and sexual misconduct, the school board has no choice but to sentence you to death via jigai."


The whole school had turned out for this special event. Yura Kawashima, age 17, student council president, sentenced to death. Up until last month, a well regarded model student with straight A's in all subjects and a bright future ahead of her.

Then the rumors started circulating, accusations, which lead to an investigation, which lead to charges, which lead to Yura kneeling on the raised platform in front of 2000 students, her crimes tattooed across her back.

Yura eyed the short wakizashi placed before her. The girl glanced up and saw 2000 pairs of eyes staring straight at her. She gulped, and pulled down her serifuku, exposing her neck, shoulders and chest. The tattoos detailing her crimes were fresh, and still raw. She undid her bra clasps and let them drop free, her firm breasts sagging slightly as gravity took hold.

With trembling hands, she grasped the handle of the wakizashi placed before her. The steel of the blade shone under neath the lights, glittering with reflections. Yura placed the tip of the short sword against her taut abdomen. Her heart pounded inside her ribcage as she steeled herself.

With a decisive yell, Yura shoved the blade into her torso, and wrenched it horizontally to the right. White hot agony ripped through her stomach, and she grunted, sweat dripping off her forehead and chin. She looked down, and saw her guts slide out of the gash, pulsating with blood and slime.

Her fingers now bloodstained, she gripped the handle of the wakizashi and pulled it out of her torso. Blood poured out of her, but her heart kept beating. At the limit of her endurance, Yura placed the edge of the blade against her slender throat.

"Guh!"

The sword sliced through the neck as Yura pulled it across. A fountain of blood squirted out of her neck, then slowly petered out as her heart stopped beating. The girl sagged, her eyes dulled as death slipped over her.


Yura Kawashima was displayed in the front lobby of the school for a week after, a grave warning to those who would break the regulations.

Name: Chiaki
Age: 17
Sex: F
Description: See picture
Crime: Underage prostitution, forgery, entrapment. Lying about her age using a forged ID, Chiaki offered sex to both students and teachers at the school she transferred to in exchange for money or favours, then tried to pin all blame on her suitors when she got caught (which didn't hold up to their testimony at all).
Scenario: Up to the author, but preferably something that involves her publicly shamed/put on display.

***

>>5713

“I guess it's time?” Aiden looks up as soon as I enter his cell, and I just nod.

“Yes. Follow me.” The young man complies, and after a few corridors we enter a small room featuring little more than a sleek metal guillotine right in the middle, the view of which briefly gives Aiden pause, before he turns to me with a winning smile.

“I don't suppose there's time for one last fuck for me?”

“I'm afraid the regulations explicitly forbid that; too many guards ended up being influenced by prisoners.” Even if of course no escape attempt ever panned out and just led to people being fired and/or executed.

“Even if I promise to be a good boy?”

“Well, try being a good boy and I'll see what I can do.” I return, and as I start preparing the guillotine, Aiden obediently strips, revealing his slender body and completely shaved dick and balls, then lies onto the table face-up, and even reaches for the lunette to close it around his neck.

“That counts, I suppose.” I unbutton the top of my uniform, then take off my bra to reveal my large, soft (and of course all-natural) breasts, and Aiden makes an appreciative noise.

“Wow, that uniform really doesn't flatter your figure, you look great.”

“Why, thank you.” Yeah, it's kinda uncomfortable around the chest a lot of times, but I guess that's at least partially by design, to not give the prisoners any stupid ideas. Pushing Aiden's legs apart, I kneel down right in front of his dick. “Lucky for you, the rules only cover sex or 'favours' to the wardens. We're free to do anything else for the prisoners. So just relax and leave it to me.”

“Oh wow, thanks.” It looks like Aiden is quickly getting hard all on his own, but I help him along a little by stroking his tip with one hand, and gently playing with his balls with the other, and sure enough before long he's completely hard. I place my breasts around his dick, pressing them together with my hands to pretty much completely engulf it, then start slowly moving up and down, making Aiden gasp. After continuing for a few seconds, I pause, sensually licking my lips and sticking my tongue out as I drip a bit of spit in between my breasts, smearing it around to lubricate them a little, before starting to titfuck him again, faster and with more force this time.

I keep going, slowly picking up speed, and after only a few minutes Aiden is gasping and moaning, and I think he's gonna cum pretty soon …There it is. With a groan, Aiden tenses as he starts shooting his load all over my breasts, and I quickly lean down to close my lips around his dicks, letting him cum into my mouth instead …before a few seconds later activating the guillotine with the remote in my pocket, and from the corner of my vision I can barely see the blade fall with a low sound, and Aiden makes a surprised noise, his head falling from my view as he's decapitated in the middle of his climax.

Clenching and twitching, his body nonetheless finishes its orgasm, shooting even more of his cum into my mouth, before finally stopping, weakly shuddering for a few moments longer before dying down as I get up, quickly stepping around the guillotine to pick up Aiden's head from the blood-splattered basket. He still seems somewhat aware, so I hold him in front of my chest to give him a good close view of my breasts covered in his cum – and I think I got some on my chin as well – before demonstratively swallowing his cum, and he manages a faint smile, mouthing what might have been a 'thanks', before going completely lifeless.

Returning the head to the basket, I take off my skirt and step out of my panties, then mount Aiden's still hard dick. The rules my be kinda strict on the 'no sex from prisoners' stuff, but they're distinctly more lax about the bodies after the fact, so I may as well get a little fun out of it for myself too, no?

Name: Kiara
Age: past cat-girl puberty
Sex: yes please.
Crime: petty theft
Scenario: You are an honest merchant of various goods. Your shop is at city outskirts. You catch this young catgirl as she attempts to steal one of your shiny baubles. She says she's sorry and only did it to get money for food. You knock her out and bring her into your cellar. Will you show this hungry cat girl any mercy? You've heard rumors the king might want a cape of catgirl skin, but then again you could also sell her to the mages so they can experiment on her.

>>5806
Being the dean sure has its perks. Every once in a while, some dumb teen bimbo like the one today - what was her name… ? Chia? Chiaki? doesn't matter - goofs up and gets caught breaking the law. It doesn't happen often, because I make sure those little cock gobblers get some serious public punishment - but when it does… I'm judge, jury and executioner.

"Now what could a little inoffensive creature such as you have done to warrant criminal charges?" I ask the young blue eyed teen in my office.

She blushes slightly and brings her hands behind her back, putting emphasis on her huge breasts that are barely contained by her shirt.

"N-nothing. Nothing serious. I haven't hurt anyone. I… I only… Please sir, I didn't know what I was doing… I…" she contiues, pleading for my favor.

She does it just like she had done with others. There's no bloody way she got straight tens in calculus. I'm surprised that old codger, Elias, is still alive after being milked by this semen demon. If she had stopped at that, she might have gotten away - but she thought she could blackmail professors and only have to fuck them once for the whole semester. Teaching this cunt a lesson will be thoroughly enjoyable.

I watch her as she fidgets nervously in front of me, her mind going like a hamster on a wheel. She knows she only has her body to offer. Just as I open her file on my desk, she pretends to have dropped a hairclip - getting me a glimpse of her juicy teen tits as she leans down.

"My, my… miss Chiaki. You're very naughty. Teenage prostitution, prostitution, entrapment… Those are some serious offenses professor Elias has rised aginst you." she almost gags with fear as she sees me looking up with a stern look.

"I'm sure he's just jealous you're good at his subject matter and he can't blackmail you for sexual favors in exchange for grades. Well, what's the necessary condition for a function to be differentiable?" I say, letting the mouse know she's in a trap.

"Uhm…I…Err.. It has to… be… convergent, no… continous?" she stutters, panic mounting up.

"Continous and smooth, much like your ample curves, miss Chiaki. Maybe recall under pressure isn't your forte - but you surely have some others skills… no?" I ask her nonchalantly, inviting the teen to start undressing.

Thankfully, she's not dumb and gets the hint. Well, not retarded dumb - but still dumb enough get caught and sent to me.

"Oh that's true sir. I can show you what I'm good at." she says, unbuttoning her shirt with relief.

I'm truly amazed sometimes at the size teen's breasts can reach. Maybe it's from all the growth hormone in fast food meats. Maybe it's just good genes. No matter, I'm getting hard seeing young Chiaki's body get revealed before me. She gives an attempt at a seductive smile as she drops her pink panties to the floor, which I reciprocate and wave her over to my chair.

"You worked hard for those 10s in calculus, I'm sure. Show me how hard you can work for… your fate." I smile nastily and turn in my directorial chair so she can unzip my pants and get to work.

She strides with remarkable finesse, each step jolting her huge soft tits like jello. I'll have to take her appendages into account when I dish out the punishment. Having closed the distance, she briefly lifts her skirt a bit to show me her moist cunt, while her other hand unbuttons my loose suit and moves down. I reach forward and grasp her tits. They're even softer than I thought and Chiaki moans like the cow she is as I squeeze them. I wonder how much bigger they'd get if she was lactating. I'd even be tempted to assign her as my personal milk maid if she was… The thought rapidly is replaced by the first wave of pleasure as Chiaki begins stroking my member with her delicate hand. She squeaks in pain as I slap her udders then grab her by the neck.

"Your punishment is just beginning. You're going to have to work harder." I tell Chiaki as I reach with the other hand under her skirt and begin rubbing her already moist pussy.

"Y-yes sir." she manages to speak through my choke.

Guided partly by me, she gets on top of me on the chair. I begin licking her large aureole as her tits obscure most of my vision. Chiaki has a lovely body - I'm sure others would like appreciating it as well after this. I have to get my fill of Chiaki first though… Grabbing her thick ass, I forcefully slam her on my cock. Instant, painful penetration. Chiaki screams as I start working her tight teen pussy on my shaft. Between her enormous tits and pussy gripping my shaft like a suction cup - I quickly reach the point of no return.

For a solid 10 seconds, I slam Chiaki's cervix so hard she's only not screaming because I'm choking her, while pumping load after load inside her teen womb. I let go of her as her face reddens - before she passes out. I slap her tits again and watch with catharsis as they bounce, while her cunt is dripping full of cum.

"You did good Chiaki." I tell the cocksleeve as I unmount her and motion her to dress back up.

She gives a candid smile and prances around, picking up her clothes.

"So… am I free to go?" she finally asks, after a long silence of her getting dressed.

"You earned a lenient punishment. You will service all male peers in your promotion for one week - being a public fuck toy for anyone showing a viable student's badge - naked in the school yard, for all to see your whoredom. All of them will be able to kick your tits and pound your silly cunt to oblivion. Afterwards, you'll be assigned as gym equipment for the judo club until end of year or until you croak. " the words fall on her like artillery shells, each shaking her reality.

"W-wh-what? But… but I… " she starts protesting, denying her reality.

"You escaped being sent to a biology class to be dissected live. I bet professor Noakes would have loved to slice open your womb and carve apart your tits. Even worse - I could have sent you to chemistry class and have miss Joules experiment with acids on you. All things considered, the boys in judo class might smack your cunt a bit - but if you act like a nice puppy and fuck them good - they won't break your neck. They'll only punch your tits, maybe give your pretty face an uppercut or two and fuck you till you bleed. But you might survive."

"But I did my best… I let you fuck me… I -"

"You didn't *LET* me fuck you. You tried using your only assets to get out of a sticky situation. You can contest this ruling in the high school senate - but then I'll just overrule them and personally butcher you in the school yard. Now be a smart cunt and leave the office without further protest. Your punishment starts tomorrow. If you try to run… well, let's just say you'll learn there are worse things than death."

She reluctantly lowers her voice and starts into a quiet sob. Seeing my stern expression of austerity - she turns to the door.

"Good bye miss Chiaki. Remember - you did good and earned mercy." I tell her as she leaves.

I'll make sure to visit her once in a while for another fuck. Maybe I'll even strangle her to death if she begs for it in a few weeks.

Name: Jessica Atwell
Age: 26
Sex: F
Description: (See image) An ambitious tech executive at a Silicon Valley "unicorn" startup
Crime: Ordering the killing of a business rival
Scenario: The government has decided to televise Ms. Atwell's death live on national TV.





>>5810
Emmett sat on a chair, pistol on his lap and waited. It was cool in the basement of his shop, a welcome place to chill after a long summer day selling wares. He stared at the young catgirl tied to a pipe, and thought hard about what to do.

Mixed blood individuals like her were not afforded the same rights as normal humans. Technically, as long as there were witnesses, he could dispense citizens justice to animal-human hybrids like the young lass in front of him. Some wealthy individuals even paid top dollar for their pelts, heads, and certain organs, for their own use.

She stirred, and slowly opened her eyes.
Looking around, the cat-girl appraised her surroundings. Emmett had to admit, the girl was attractive. Soft, supple skin, glossy orange hair, pert breasts, and a round, cute face. By his estimation, she was about 17 or 18.

"Awake, I see."

She mumbled something past her gag. It was probably a curseword. Emmett gripped the pistol, shoved it into his inner waistband, leaned in closer and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. He stared into her defiant eyes. They were beautiful, a deep emerald green.

"Stealing, attempted assault with a deadly weapon, these are crimes that can cop you a death sentence in this land", he whispered in her ear. Her look of defiance wavered.

He pulled down her gag for a moment. She spat in his face. Emmett wiped the spittle off his cheek as she unleashed a torrent of swear words that would've made a sailor blush.

"What's your name, lass?"

She paused.

"Kiara"

He nodded, then pulled the gag back over her mouth.

"Since you're young, and attractive, I'm going to go easy on you." For a brief moment, a look of hope crossed her face. He grabbed the gun from his waist and pressed it against her neck. Her eyes widened in fear.

Emmett watched her throat as the muzzle pressed deep into her skin. He could see her carotid pulse as blood pumped into her head.

"This little beauty is a Ruger MKII, a gun built for plinking cans and killing varmints." Emmett dragged the gun down, trailing the muzzle across her collarbones, chest, and nipples. She closed her eyes tight, a tight gasp emerging past the gag.

"I'm thinkin' putting a shot through your eye, straight into your frontal lobe. Or maybe two shots into the back of your neck, cut through your brainstem?"

There was a faint dripping sound, and an acrid scent wafted up. Emmett looked down, and saw a puddle of piss pool around the cat-girls ass. The poor thing was terrified.

"Alright, enough messing about."

Emmett stood up, pulled back the slide, and let go, chambering a round. The cat-girl shrunk back, her eyes wide as dinner plates. Emmett took aim, and fired.

PAP!

The .22 calibre bullet zipped through Kiara's left eyeball, piercing through her orbital and tumbling into her basal ganglia. Immediately, her one remaining eye rolled up as her body stiffened.

He fired again, and again.

PAP! PAP!

He was much less precise this time, and the bullets punched through her cheek and forehead, Kiara jerking with each impact. The cat-girl went limp, blood coursing from the three neat holes in her head.

Emmett placed the gun on the ground and walked over to the slumped over corpse. Taking a knife, he cut the ropes binding Kiara's hands to the water pipe, and the cat-girl flopped lifelessly to the floor.

Kiara was still warm, and soft. Cat-girls had a different scent to them compared to normal human girls. It was something musky, and raw.

Cat-girls were lighter than humans, and he found it surprisingly easy to carry her body to the walk in freezer. There she would stay, until he found a suitable buyer.

Name: Louise Belcher
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Description: See Pic. Cunning, ambitious, outwardly aggressive, with a softer personality on the inside.
Crime: Murder
Scenario: To ensure that her father’s restaurant would pass to her, she killed her siblings. However, after being wracked with guilt, she decided to turn herself in, on the condition she gets to wear her bunny ears to her execution. (Beheading, Firing Squad, or Hanging.)

Evil Beauty Spoiled

Millions of people across America were glued to their TVs, smartphones, and laptops. They were about to witness the first execution to be streamed live.

Jessica Atwell, a former executive of Neuroware, would be the center of this historical event. Atwell, to further her career, ordered the brutal murder of a business rival. Alexander’s wife and two youngest daughters perished at the hands of the same gas explosion which claimed his life, yet she displayed no remorse for her actions. There was no sympathy for her, and thus making her the perfect candidate to be the first person executed before the whole nation.

The busty twenty-six-year-old blonde was stripped naked and escorted into the studio-like execution chamber, and ordered to stand against the wall. A camera crew focused their attention on the woman; she blew a kiss into the camera.

“You boys out there like what you see?”

She jiggled her big tits and smiled at the camera. Jessica began rubbing her pussy, while the sergeant read aloud her sentence.

“For multiple accounts of homicide, including two accounts of homicide against a child, you have been sentenced to death by bullet. Under the Exemplary Act of 2029, your execution is to be streamed live, on national television, and the internet. Due to the heinous nature of your crime, the first six bullets will be placed into your breasts, genitals, and stomach. After a period of five minutes, I may place the next bullets into your heart and throat. Do you have any final words?”

Jessica began rubbing faster. “Just shut up already and get this over with.”

“Very well, then,” the sergeant replied as he withdrew his sidearm.

Jessica was moving her hips and moaning loudly as he aimed the gun. “I’d suggest moving your fingers unless you want me to blow them off as well.” She ignored him and continued masturbating fervently, trying to get off one final orgasm before her pleasure organ has another hole in it. “Very well then,” he says, shaking his head. She threw her head back as waves of euphoria washed over her, then the sergeant pulled the trigger.

Jessica’s final orgasm was ruined as the bullet tore through her hand and mound, splashing blood and viscera on the wall behind her. An intense burning sensation spread out from her crotch, Jessica screamed as she slid down the wall, leaving a bloody streak as she went to the floor.

The sergeant gave her no respite. Placing the gun against her left nipple, angling it such that it would exit the side of her breasts instead of hitting her lungs, he fired again. He repeated the process with her other tit, leaving two big holes in the center of her areolas. He stepped back, and fired three shots into her stomach, all centimeters from her belly button. Then he stood there, looking at his watch, while Jessica writhed on the floor; a puddle of blood quickly pooled beneath her. Many viewers back home looked away, but some—mostly men—were transfixed to their screens, many of them masturbating as the busty child killer bled out.

After watching five minutes pass on his watch, he proceeded to inflict further destruction upon the evil beauty. She groaned as he pulled her head up and placed the gun against her throat. He again angled the weapon, insuring the round wouldn’t strike her spinal cord, and fired. Blood filled her mouth and her groans were replaced by wet gargling. He let her head droop, and placed the gun between her tits. She lurched as he pulled the trigger twice, exploding her heart in her chest. She twitched a few times, releasing a stream of piss from her ruined cunt, and stopped moving.

He stepped forward and felt her pulse, then looked at his watch. “Time of death: 11:39:30 AM. However,” he reloaded his gun, “to leave no doubt with the viewers at home…”

He raised her head up. He shot her in both eyes, twice in each cheek, once between the eyes, and placed the final two rounds through her forehead.

>>5825
Name: Crystal
Age: 14
Sex: transgender female
Description: See pic.
Crime: Prostitution
Scenario: Kicked out of her middle class home, Crystal started whoring herself out and was soon arrested. The judge decided to make an example out of her.

Louise squatted before the guard, happily slurping his dick as she rubbed herself through the thin orange uniform she wore. This was the price she had to pay to wear her bunny ears in her cell, though she didn’t mind it all on its own. She’d have to pay a much sharper price for her ears soon enough.

The man moaned, pulled his cock out of her mouth, and sprayed her face and bunny ears with cum.

“You know, I’m gonna miss you when you’re swinging from the rope down in the studio. Now up you get, you crazy little slut, you have an appointment,” the guard said. Louise stood, not bothering to clean the cum from her face. She was led down to the bottom floor of the prison, too a stark room.

The room had bare concrete walls, a set of wooden gallows, and a drain on the floor. The most striking feature, however, was the large camera and audio setup that broadcast the final moments of all the prison’s convicts to national television. Louise had rubbed herself to more than one earth-shattering orgasm by watching cute little murderers, prostitutes, and thieves end their lives in this very room.

The guard stopped her before she entered the camera’s field of view.

“Strip. Prisoner number 66538924, you have been sentenced to death for the crime of murder. You will hung by the neck, until dead. Your body will be sold on the open market, and the proceeds donated to your victims. Do you have any last words?” The guard asked, as Louise stripped out of her thin prison uniform, leaving her naked save for her bunny ears hat.

“I hope all you little shits jacking off to this live enjoy the show!” She said, putting up a front of bravado. Actually being in the same room as the gallows unsettled her a little, and that feeling grew as she was marched up the wooden steps to them.

She shivered as the noose went around her neck, and sniffled a little as she realised that there would be no last minute reprieve or escape. Then, without warning, the trapdoor swung open.

A murderer - of her own family - like her was denied the mercy of a quick death. She dropped only a little, and started to choke and kick. Tears streamed down her cum stained face as she danced. Her lungs burned, and Louise tried to scream.

Everything hurt, and so she stopped fighting. She went limp in the air, her legs twitching, and as Louise felt blackness take her for the last time she also felt burning humiliation as hot piss ran down her legs.

Name: Kyla
Age: 18
Sex: F
Description: See image. Highschooler in her senior year.
Crime: Drug dealer in her free time, deals to fellow classmates, gets caught by drug enforcement officers after a tip, is sentenced to death under harsh new laws.
Scenario: Up to the author


>>5833

"Any last words, Nathan?"

The diminutive teen shifted uncomfortably, her slender frame strapped tight to the electric chair. She hated being reminded of her old name and her old self. Crystal, formerly Nathan Lewinsky, took a deep breath and shook her head, her strawberry blonde hair tied up in a neat bun.

Crystal looked up at the warden, a large and imposing black woman. The warden stared back impassively, eyes hidden by mirrored aviators. The pale teen quickly broke eye contact, and looked at the warden's hand, firmly gripping the power switch that would send 3500 volts of alternating current racing through Crystal's body.

The warden looked up at the clock. "One minute left", she noted, her tone slightly bored.

Crystal broke out in a cold sweat. She stared straight ahead, her slim fingers digging into the word arm rests of the chair. Her heart raced within her chest, and she began to breathe faster and faster. The tick of the clock hand moving each second echoed throughout the chamber as Crystal's time left inexorably ran down.

Finally, the large hand on the clock moved to 1:00PM. The warden didn't give Crystal any time to react, her hand immediately pulling the switch down. A powerful HUMMMMMMM vibrated the room as power surged through the leads stuck to Crystal's body. The young tranny went rigid, her eyes bulging as electricity poured into her. Sparks flew, and the faint smell of charred flesh began to permeate the air as Crystal cooked. The warden switched off the chair after 20 seconds, and Crystal slumped forward, smoke wafting off her peeled and burnt skin.

The warden walked over to the chair and undid the straps. She placed a finger on Crystal's thin neck, and felt nothing. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled a pen light out and pried open Crystal's left eyelid. White runny liquid poured out of the socket and down Crystal's cheek. The current had been powerful enough to melt the teens eyes.

The warden straightened her back and placed the light back into her pocket. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. All executions had a nauseating smell to them, but electrocutions were the worst.

Name: Lusamine
Age: 40
Sex: F
Description: See picture (the one on the left); a haughty and pragmatic single mother, she nonetheless strongly cares for her daughter Lillie (16, on the right)
Crime: Starting from a simple secretary, Lusamine used her body to quickly rise up the corporate ladder, even throwing in sex with her daughter on top/instead if she had to. Lillie didn't really want to, but after Lusamine persuaded her of that being the best for her own future too, tacitly agreed.
Scenario: After her most recent target turned out both gay and faithfully married, Lusamine's whole scheme was revealed, and alongside a slew of layoffs and demotions, the board of directors saw little choice but to make an example out of Lusamine herself. Lillie may be completely pardoned as a victim, or just as harshly punished as an accomplice, or anything in between.

***

>>5836


“Don't touch me, asshole. I can walk myself.” Kyla brushed off the hand of the guard that had been distinctly too low for her liking as he had pushed her forward, striding ahead of him and entering the execution chamber – only to all but freeze at the sight of the medical couch with several of open leather straps hanging off its sides, and the small metallic box beside it that would very soon end her life.

After being caught and sentenced for dealing drugs – and though Kyla had no way of proving it, she just knew that the tip to the cops had to have come from that little jealous bitch Jessica – the judge had decreed the drug dealer die to drugs too, and though obviously it weren't the actual drugs she'd tried to sell, the dark irony of executing Kyla via lethal injection was clearly apparent.

The medical professional entering the room and loudly closing the door behind her called Kyla out of her stupor as she flinched, quickly turning around. “You've been told what will happen, right?” The tall woman with a brown ponytail asked. “Please just be cooperative, it will make things easier for everyone involved.”

Kyla just nodded, not like she stood to gain anything from making a scene by this point, doing her best to remain composed, she took off her shirt and bra to reveal her huge yet firm breasts, then dropped her skirt and panties, lastly stepping out of her shoes, leaving herself completely naked. Shaking slightly, Kyla followed the woman's instructions, lying onto the couch on her back as she placed one leather strap above Kyla's breasts, pulling it taut over her chest and shoulders, a second one close to her hips, holding Kyla's forearms as well, and lastly one around her ankles, completely immobilising Kyla.

“Hold still.” Gripping Kyla's left arm with one hand, the woman briefly seemed to search for the vein, before the sting of the needle entering her arm made Kyla flinch as the doctor quickly fixated it with some sticky bandage before stepping back, the schoolgirl now fully prepared for her execution.

Her last words already said before, there was nothing left for Kyla but to wait, but it didn't take very long before the doctor got a ping on her smartphone and a moment later unceremoniously pushed a button on the back of the machine, then left the room, probably to observe Kyla from the other side of the pretty obvious one-way mirror making up half of the wall.

For a few moments nothing happened but a low hum of the machine, before Kyla felt a warm liquid flowing into her arm, before a faint, stinging pain set in several seconds later, the injection site slowly starting to burn. However instead of that pain maybe slowly making its way along her veins until it reached her heart and killed her like Kyla had been sort of expecting, all of a sudden she found she'd started breathing faster and faster, yet wasn't getting any more air.

Realisation of what was happening slowly setting in, Kyla began hyperventilating as she bucked and strained against her bindings, but of course the leather didn't even budge. Desperately gasping for air, she continued jerking and struggling, tears streaming down her face as she started sobbing and crying. But before long, the poison seemed to take full effect as Kyla felt like her lungs seized up, not even drawing any air anymore, no matter how much she tried, yet the rest of her body continuing its pointless fight.

The pain and fear quickly taking over, Kyla soon lost any semblance of control, instead only wildly squirming and straining, her huge breasts bouncing with the desperate, pointless heaving of her chest. Foam beginning to form in front of the girl's mouth, as her suffering went on, at some point she peed herself, the urine staining her crotch and dripping down between her legs only adding to her indignity, even though by this point Kyla wasn't even aware enough to care anymore, her mind slowly slipping away amidst the pain.

After just a few more minutes, her mindless struggles slowly dying down, Kyla finally went completely limp with one last sigh, the sensors in the execution device confirming her death a few seconds later, even if she'd be left like this at least another fifteen minutes before the body would be collected for disposal.

Name: Elliot
Age: 18
Sex: M
Description: See image. Young male prostitute, gentle personality.
Crime: Framed for the murder of another male prostitute.
Scenario: Up to the author.



>>5843

They dragged her over to the pole, her hands and feet tied together, her shapely body naked and exposed to the watching eyes of the company's new executives. Rough hands pawed her soft flesh as ropes were strung around her body and the pole.

Lusamine grimaced as the guards locked the collar around her neck. One of the men looked up at the woman and flashed a grin.

"Hey babe, don't worry! This thing is packed with plastic explosive shaped towards your head. When it goes off, you won't feel a thing."

He finished off his sentence by punching a button on the side of the collar. There was an electronic beep, and a synthesized female voice started counting down.

"50, 49, 48, 47…"

Lusamine thought she had accepted her impending death, but the count down injected fresh fear into her. As the man hurriedly withdrew behind a blast shield, the attractive blonde squirmed, her curvy hips and ass rubbing against the pole she was restrained against.

"34, 33, 32, 31, 30…"

Lusamine looked up, and saw her daughter staring, the young teens eyes wide in horror. Lillie had escaped being sentenced due to her age, but the company had forced her to come to her mothers execution. Those bastards, Lusamine thought venomously.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6…"

The older woman felt her heart pound against her ribcage as the countdown neared zero.

"Oh fuck oh fuck ooooh fuuuuu-"

Her final screams of terror were cut off as the collar detonated. Lusamine's pretty face distorted for a split second as the shockwave spread upward, then disappeared as the fireball instantly engulfed it.

Lillie collapsed to the ground, sobbing. One of the company men grabbed her arm and yanked her up, forcing her to look at her mother.

The body had no head, just a charred stump where her neck used to be. Lusamine's corpse was remarkably intact aside from that, and as the guards came to undo the restraints, some of them could not help but grope Lusamine's soft, saggy breasts, still imbued with residual body heat.

Last one is definitly older than 3 month.

Name/Age: left to right: Ritsu (19), Mio (18), Yui (18), Azusa (17), Mugi (19)
Sex: all female
Description: See K-On anime, look it up if you want, or just look at the image and think about a generic moe anime.

Crime: Working without proper permit, violating terms of their visa.

Scenario: The Keions went on a trip to Britain (see K-On Movie), and played on stage in a nightclub by accident.

To deal with illegal immigration Britain has recently adopted a zero-tolerance poicy towards illegal immigartion. This law includes a mandatory death penalty for any alien working without a proper visa, as just deporting them has been proven ineffective. Playing on a stage in front of an audience definitly counts as "working" under this law, so the Keions are definitly guilty! The law doesn't explicitly state a minimum age, but for the sake of effeciveness it's probably supposed to also apply to minors. But you may or may not spare Azusa nevertheless.
The law also calls for a verdict to be reached within a weak after arrest and there are no appeals or requests for clemency allowed in such cases. The punishment shall be carried out immeditaly after the verdict.

Method of death and so on is up to the author.

Name: Edward
Age: 9(?)
Sex: female
Discriptions: (pic, she's always barefoot)
Crime: hacking that supposedly leads to death (Innocent)
Scenario: Falsely convicted and put in the hands of a sadistic jailor and a sadistic executioner.

Name: Unknown (refered to as "Hat Kid")
Age: unknown (assumed child)
Sex: female
Description: as pictured
Scenario: Subcon Forest, arrested for breach of contact with the being known as "Snatcher" and sentenced to hang by the neck until dead, the noose is sentient and eagerly volunteered to squeeze the life from her (there is a sentient noose in A Hat in Time)

>>6980
The trees were still barren, the sky a frigid steel-grey. Winter had yet to pass on to Spring.

Surrounded by sheriff's deputies, her arms bound behind her back, Alana grimaced as the simple canvas shift rubbed and chafed her silky smooth mauve skin. They had refused to let her wear the fine elvish clothes she had on at the time of her arrest.

Two of the men roughly grabbed her arms and pulled her onto the back of the truck. The other two got into the cab. With a cough-bang, the old diesel engine rumbled to life. They pulled away and juddered down the gravel road towards the execution grounds.

Not a single word passed between the men guarding her. Their looks said it all. Who knew what dark magic this elf had up her sleeve?

They drove a quarter mile down the road, then pulled over into a nondescript parking lot, an office building overlooking it. A crane on a flatbed had been left in the lot, a single nylon rope noose tied to the crane hook.

A small crowd of locals had gathered to watch the elven woman hang. Alana surveyed the crowd and saw not a single sympathetic face.
Phones were out and recording as the truck stopped, the deputies pulling Alana up from the truck bed. They helped her down, and promptly guided her towards the waiting noose. She was a photogenic subject, her body curvaceous and full in all the right places. Her emerald green hair had been shorn short in a boyish pixie cut by the prison barber that morning, so that there would be no obstruction between her slim neck and the rope. What drew the most attention was the impressive set of horns curving away from the sides of her forehead.

She offered no resistance as the noose was pulled down over her head and snugly seated underneath her left ear.

A sign of the devil, whispered the onlookers amongst each other.
Their phone cameras recording, they marveled at the otherworldly beauty, prepped to swing for a trumped up charge.

With the noose preparations done, the deputies withdrew. One of them sauntered over to the control panel for the crane.

One minute left until the specified time.

Alana could feel her heart pound. She licked her lips, feeling their chapped dryness. Sweat beaded on her forehead, rolled down her cheeks. The wind blew hard and pressed her shift tightly around her form.

A buzzer rang. It was time.

The crane winch whirred, pulling Alana up, up, until finally her toes no longer made contact with the flatbed trailer.

She squeezed her eyes shut, jaw clenched in pain as the noose dug deep into her neck. Her long legs swayed, then kicked out.
Her feet pointed like a ballerina's, searching for a toehold.
The dance started.
Alana swung her legs wide. Her arms rose up, desperately reaching for her neck. The restraints meant she could only pull them up to her ribs.

The seconds crawled past, agonizingly slow for the elf. Her writhing hiked her canvas shift up, showing off her neatly trimmed pubic patch to the onlookers, some of whom had to take a seat to hide their growing excitement.

At the 15 second mark, she fainted. Her body continued to undulate, even with no conscious thought behind it. Her legs slowly rose, reaching up until her knees pressed against her taut abdomen. Likewise, her arms twisted, wrists and hands in a T-rex pose. This she held for another 4 seconds before her body finally relaxed, legs and arms going limp.

She turned slowly in the cool wind. Her mauve face was a deep red, her tongue squeezing out from between her plump lips, a thin string of snot oozing from her nose. Likewise, her breasts were capped by visibly pointed nipples. In a small gesture of grace, the deputies had let Alana relieve herself in the morning to ensure she would not piss or defecate upon death.

The deputies left her up in the air for another half hour before calling the town doctor to take her body down. Her corpse would be donated to a medical school for an autopsy demonstration. It was rare for them to get their hands on an elf.


Name: Ella
Age: 21
Description: See picture.
Crime: Treason
Scenario: A young orc woman, she was found to be harboring enemies of the state in her home and was sentenced to death for it

Sorry but it's been over a month

Name: Tails
Age: assumed 8 (unknown if that's in dog years)
Sex: male
Discriptions: picture
Crime: "accidental" copyright violation (a new plane design found too similar to another one)
Scenario: Tails unknowingly violated a copyright in a world where that's a death sentence, he's sentenced to be raped and garroted

I can't believe how much I hate loli/shota. It's literally the cancer killing guro websites.

>>7087
loli/shota is one thing, "my very specific furry shota asphyx scenario" is another. (this one, for once, doesn't have "also include foot fetish" as part of it)

>>7099
Really feels like Psycho333 deliberately waits for a month to pass before spamming the same couple characters request in every RP thread.

Name: Asgore Dreemer
Age: unknown but adult
Sex: male
Description: picture
Crime: none (was overthrown and the new ruler is putting him to death)

>>7143

Tbh I feel like this community specifically shouldn’t judge people’s fetishes. Stones and glass houses and all. It bugs me that he jumps on prompts without writing though

>>7143

To be fair Asgore isnt a shota or Loli

>>7087

In case you're both the same anon.

>>7144
I'm not judging his fetishes, I'm judging him for never actually contributing a story, yet still having the time to dump like 8 requests every month on the clock.

>>7147

Aren't you the same anon who complained about Loli shota stuff?

Also the previous >>7034 was submitted by me

There's also an entire thread (Snuffed!) that no one is posting to.

Name: Bridget
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male (?)
Description: Photo
Crime: Being born as part of same gender twins
Scenario: in his home village twins of the same gender are considered a curse. His home village decides to execute Bridget to try to appease their gods

(Bumping to try to bring life to this thread)

Name: Dr. Tanya Miller
Age: 34
Sex: F
Crime: Underage rape, gross medical misconduct
The successful pediatrician had been seducing/raping her patients (girls too but preferably boys; anything from fondling to full-on sex) under the guise of 'exams' for years before finally being walked in on by a parent; after the first reveal, a whole torrent of allegations and evidence came up, leaving her guilt without question.
Scenario: Optional: Have her raped/humiliated and/or her huge tits (her favourite 'asset') ruined/removed, maybe even at the hands of (some of) her former victim(s)

Name: Isabelle
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Description: picture
Crime: Sleeping on the job
Setting: The mayor/executioner has a footfetish and wants to hire a new secretary but first must find an excuse to snuff Isabelle so put "Sleeping on the job" as an execution able offense and doubled her hours