About two months
had passed since Andy’s execution, and Jack had wasted no time in courting the
beautiful Jessica. He wined and dined her and showered her with gifts. Jack was
also a great catch financially, having inherited all of Andy’s wealth and
property.
Slowly, she had responded to his affection, and developed a
genuine fondness, if not love, for Andy’s younger brother. While he had some of
his brother’s good looks, he had a certain aloofness, even a coldness, about
him that Andy never had. Jack sensed all this, but was determined to land his
prize. He had spent $30,000 to have Andy executed, and his goal all along was
to clear the field so that he could marry Jessica. Tonight, he was pulling out
all the stops. He was going to propose to Jessica, and when she said yes, he
was going to take her to his bedroom to consummate their union. He had tried
many times to take her to bed, but she had always refused. She told him that
after what happened to Andy, she didn’t want to have sex unless she was at
least engaged to the gentleman in question.
Shortly before
6pm, Jessica arrived at Jack’s house. “Ah, Jessica, you look ravishing!”
“Why, thank you,
Jack! You’re so kind. You almost remind me of Andy!” and with that remembrance,
she began to cry.
“There, there,
Jessica! Let me dry your eyes. Jack will always be here to take care of you.
And you’re right on time, dinner is ready!”
Jack led her
into his dining room, where he had a table set for a very intimate dinner for
two. The table was set perfectly with candlelight providing the only
illumination.
“Why, Jack! It
all looks lovely! The food smells delicious! You know that steak and lobster is
my favorite dish!”
“Thank you,
Jess! And you know what my favorite dish is?”
Jack winked as
he said this, and Jessica laughed at his comment. He then held out her chair,
and they enjoyed a fine dinner. After dinner, Jack told Jessica he had made a
special dessert. He came back with a square cake slice in a box from
Ghirardelli, the famous chocolatier. She took her fork to cut a piece, but the
fork hit something solid.
“What’s in here,
Jack?”
“Why not take it
out and find out?”
Jessica cut away
the cake and found a small box with the logo “Helzburg Diamonds” on it. Jessica
turned to Jack and asked him, “What is this?”
Jack had gotten
down on one knee and asked Jessica, “Will you marry me, Jessica?”
“Jack, this is
so sudden! I don’t know what to say!”
“Say yes, and
you’ll make me the happiest man on earth, my love!”
“Jack, do you
still have the daiquiri mixes in the freezer? I could use one about now. Do you
mind if I get one?”
“For you, Jess,
anything! Help yourself; what’s mine is yours! Fix me one too, we’ll toast to
our life together!”
“Thanks, Jack.
I’ll be right back. I need a drink before I give you an answer.” And with that,
Jessica went into the kitchen. She got two glasses from the cupboard. She found
the mix and got it from the freezer. As she removed it, she noticed a jar
behind it. She pulled it out, and saw it was from Coldiani Execution Services,
and had Andy Stark’s name on it. She realized at once that it was Andy’s frozen
sperm. She took it out and held it in her hands with tears in her eyes. Then
she looked at the base of the jar.
“That’s strange!
I wrote, “I Love You, Andy!” in permanent marker, and it’s not on this jar! I
think I need to call Mr. Coldiani and get to the bottom of this, but Jack’s
going to want an answer to his proposal when I bring him the drinks. Think,
Jess, how should I answer him?” She replaced the jar in the freezer, finished
preparing the drinks, and returned to the dining room table and Jack.
Jack held out
her chair as she sat. He then took his drink, and facing Jess, raised his glass
and said, “To the most beautiful woman on earth from the luckiest man who’s
about to become her husband!”
They clinked
their glasses together, and Jess said, “Jack, I would be honored to be your
wife!”
Jack then raced
to her side, but Jessica stopped his advance, saying, “I really must go. I have
so many things to plan for our wedding. You do understand, darling?”
“Of course,
Jessica. You’ve made me very happy!”
“Thanks, Jack.
I’ll call you tomorrow. We need to set a date for the wedding, so that I can
get all the planning done, the caterer, the coordinator, choose my bridesmaids,
and send out all the invitations. Bye, Jack.”
“Goodbye, my
love.”
Jessica got to
her car and drove off. She stopped about a mile away and looked through her
phone. Sure enough, she still had the number from Coldiani Execution Services
in the memory from when Mr. Coldiani had called her with the tragic news of
Andy’s execution date. She raced home
and into her house. She had an important phone call to make.
She called the
number, and John Coldiani answered himself. “Coldiani Execution Services, John
Coldiani speaking, how may I help you?”
“Yes, Mr.
Coldiani. I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is Jessica. You executed
my fiancée Andy two months ago.”
“Yes, Jessica.
While we never met in public, I do recall our phone conversation. If it’s any
comfort, I really liked Andy in the brief time I knew him. It’s really a pity
that someone paid me to execute him.”
“That’s why I’m
calling, Mr. Coldiani. I have a question I need to ask you.”
“I’ll answer it
if I can. What is the question?”
“Mr. Coldiani,
was it Andy’s brother, Jack, who paid you for the execution?”
“I am sorry, Jessica,
but I cannot answer that question. The person who paid me paid for our most
expensive package. One of the extras that comes with that package is total
anonymity.”
“Very well, but
maybe you can answer this question. You sent me a glass jar with Andy’s sperm
in it. Did you also send Jack one?”
“Let me check my
records. Why, yes, he did request a glass jar to be sent to him. But the jar we
sent him was empty. I told him that you had all of Andy’s sperm in your jar.
Why do you ask?”
“I’d rather not
discuss this over the phone. Are you still at your office?”
“No, it’s after
hours. I’ll reopen at 8am tomorrow.”
“Great! Can I
meet you at your office then?”
“Certainly,
Jessica. May I ask why you would like to meet me? I did execute your fiancée.
And you know you can’t claim the body.”
“No, sir. I
understand all that. I would like to retain your services.”
“I see! Would
you care to tell me who?”
“Not over the
phone, please. I’ll discuss it with you tomorrow at 8am.”
“Very well. You
do know that my services don’t come cheap! The person who paid for Andy’s
execution paid me $30,000.00 and all of it up front. I’m sorry, but due to the
nature of our business, we do not offer financing or payment plans.”
“Don’t worry, sir. I have an inheritance
from my grandfather. I’ll see you at 8am. You do accept checks, correct?”
“A check will be
fine. We also accept credit cards, but understandably, not all of my customers
wish to use them. I will expect you at 8am sharp.”
“I’ll be there,
sir! Goodbye for now.” With that, Jessica hung up and got ready for bed.
Tomorrow would be a very big day in her life.
The next
morning, Jessica was up early, and left around 7:30am for Coldiani Execution
Services. She arrived at 7:55am and walked into the lobby.
“I am here to
see Mr. Coldiani, I have an appointment. My name is Jessica Fielding.”
“Please wait
here, Ms Fielding. I’ll let Mr. Coldiani know that you’re here.”
The receptionist
then paged Mr. Coldiani, and informed him that his 8am appointment had arrived.
She then turned to Jessica and said, “Ms. Fielding, Mr. Coldiani will see you
now. Straight down this hall, and his office is the third door on the left.”
Jessica went
down the hall Mr. Coldiani welcomed her at the door. “Ah, good morning, Ms.
Fielding, I am John Coldiani! Please come in and have a seat.”
Jessica sat down
in a large antique chair, while Mr. Coldiani took a seat at the sumptuous chair
behind his desk. “Mr. Coldiani, I will
come right to the point! I need your services!”
“Very well, Ms.
Fielding. Whom do you wish executed?”
“My fiancée. And
please, you can call me Jessica.”
“I’m afraid I’m
a bit confused, Jessica. Your fiancée, Andy Stark, was executed last spring.”
“Oh, no, Mr.
Coldiani. I am now engaged to Andy’s younger brother, Jack Stark! He is the one
I wish you to execute!”
“You don’t have
to answer this, but may I ask why?”
“I’ll tell you.
When Andy was executed, you sent me a container of his sperm. I gave that
container to Jack to store in his freezer. He had offered to do it. Then, he
began paying more and more attention to me, taking me on dates and wining and
dining me. Last night, he proposed marriage while I was at his house. Before I
answered him, I went into the kitchen to fix us both a daiquiri. While the
freezer was open, I noticed the jar with your label on it. What Jack didn’t
know was that I’d written “I Love You Andy” on the base of the jar in permanent
marker. This jar had no such marking. I’m convinced that it’s the jar you sent
Jack, and that he destroyed poor Andy’s jar with the sperm in it. I can’t marry
a man who would stoop that low. To think he sat there comforting me during
Andy’s execution, while he had probably already destroyed Andy’s sperm. He knew
I planned to use that sperm to have Andy’s children!”
“And Jack
destroyed Andy’s sperm to prevent that! Interesting!”
“So, Mr.
Coldiani, how much will it cost me to have Jack executed? I want the same
privacy that the person who ordered Andy killed got.”
“Jessica, that
package would be our elite plan. It costs $30,000.00. You also get a live feed
of his execution, and should he agree, we’ll milk him and send you his sperm.
We usually give the condemned the final decision as to whom the sperm goes to.
I’m assuming that since you’re his fiancée, that he’ll want you to have it.”
“Mr. Coldiani,
because of Jack’s actions, I can never bear Andy’s children! I want you to
convince him to undergo the milking, Once the milking is complete, and he’s
ready for execution, I want there to be an “accident” with the container of his
sperm. Tell him that the sperm were destroyed just before you execute him, and
while I’m watching that live feed. Let it sink into him that all of his
scheming was for naught; that the Stark lineage will end with his death! I’ll
gladly pay the $30,000.00 fee. To whom do I make out the check?”
“Please make the
check out to Coldiani Personal Services, INC. Then I will collect the check and
run it electronically. I should warn you that if for any reason the funds are
unavailable, then your own life would be forfeit. The fact that you’re a woman
would change nothing.”
“Here is the
check, and don’t worry. That account has much more than is necessary to cover
the check.”
“Very good,
Jessica. Now, if you will wait for about a minute, I will process it through my
computer.”
“Ah, very good.
The check has cleared. Now, we need to figure out a method of capturing Jack.”
“Well, Mr.
Coldiani, how did you capture Andy? Couldn’t we use that method on Jack?”
“I’m afraid not,
Jessica. I’m going to take you into confidence since Jack is the condemned now.
It’s the one clause in the contract that allows me to reveal the name of the
person who paid for an execution. Should the person paying for an execution
ever be condemned to death, the confidentiality clause is null and void. You
already suspected it anyway. Jack paid for Andy’s execution. We used a phony Italian
restaurant to snare Andy. Since Jack delivered Andy there, he’d know it’s a
fake. But I just remembered something. Didn’t you say that you and Jack are
engaged to be married?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Have you made
any arrangements for the wedding?”
“Well, Jack did
get me a ring at Helzburg Jewelers. But we haven’t set a date or hired a
wedding coordinator!”
“Excellent! I
was hoping that was the case. Tell Jack you found a wedding coordinator, and
that he will handle everything; the venue, the reception, the photographer, the
caterer, flowers, and even the bridal gown and the tux for the groom. Sort of
one-stop shopping for the wedding, as it were. Here’s a business card for you
to give him.”
Jessica took the
card and read it. JC’s Wedding Coordinator, We Handle Everything Except Saying
I DO!
“That’s
convenient. The location is right across the street from this business. But I
don’t remember seeing any signs for that company.”
“There aren’t
any. But you have Jack there at noon tomorrow. The signs will be up then.”
“OK. But how
will you capture him?”
“That, my dear,
is my concern. Bring him in your car. Tell him you want to drive. When you
arrive, park your car and both of you come into the store. Naturally, I won’t
be there. The risk of Jack recognizing me is too great. One of my associates
will handle everything.”
“Well, when Jack
and I arrive at the Wedding Coordinator store, whom should I ask for?”
“Ask for Mr.
Smith, Mr. Donald Smith. He’s one of my most trusted assistants.”
“Thank you, Mr.
Coldiani. I’ll have Jack there at noon.”
“Excellent,
Jessica. And unlike Andy, it will be a pleasure to rid the world of Jack
Stark!”
Jessica returned
home, and immediately called Jack. “Hi, honey! I just found the most awesome
wedding coordinator! They’re reasonable, only
$30,000.00, and they take care of everything! They’ll arrange the
church, the reception, flowers, music, catering, my gown and your tuxedo. It’s
all included!”
“I don’t know,
Jess. It sounds a little pricey to me.”
“I thought you
loved me, Jack! I tell you, they’re awesome! And remember, it’s an
all-inclusive price! But if you want to cancel the engagement…”
“No, Jess, you
know I don’t. When do we pay them?”
“I already did, silly boy! We have an
appointment for noon tomorrow. They want to discuss everything, the date,
venues, what menu, all of that. And they need us to choose your tux and my
gown. They’ll do the fittings then.”
“I thought it
was bad luck for the groom to see the gown before the wedding.”
“Jack, don’t
worry! You won’t see my gown. They have separate fitting areas for the bride
and the groom.”
“Okay, Jess.
When do I pick you up?”
“No, Jack. I’ll
pick you up. Every time we go anywhere, you drive. My poor car isn’t getting
any use. I want to drive this time. Besides, I know the directions.”
“Very well,
Jess. What time is the appointment? And where is it located?”
“The
appointment’s at noon, and it’s downtown, off of Main Street. The coordinator’s
name is Mr. Donald Smith.”
“OK, Jessica.
Pick me up at my house at 11:30. That should give us plenty of time.”
The next
morning, Jessica drove up the driveway of Jack’s house in her cherry-red
Mustang convertible. She honked the horn, and Jack came out and got in. As he
did, he bent across the seat and kissed Jessica on the lips.
“How sweet,
Jack! I hope you’re as excited as I am about today.”
“You know I am,
baby! Hey, have you thought about a date for the wedding? You know Mr. Smith
will ask us that.”
“How about May
17th? That’s my birthday.”
“I wish it was
sooner, but if that’s the date you want, then it’s fine by me.” They then drove downtown, pulling into a
parking space right in front of JC’s Wedding Coordinator. As he got out of the
car, Jack thought the street looked familiar, then saw the building across the
street, and realized it housed the Execution Services building, where his
brother Andy had been executed a few months earlier. He gave a slight shudder,
then smiled at Jessica and entered the wedding shop with her.
Once inside, Jack
walked up to the reception desk, and told the attendant, “Hello, my name is
Jack Stark and this is my fiancée, Jessica Fielding. We have a noon appointment
with Mr. Donald Smith to discuss our upcoming wedding.”
“Very good, Mr.
Stark. If you will please have a seat, I will let Mr. Smith know you are here.”
Jack and Jessica
sat down, and about five minutes later, the receptionist walked up to them.
“Mr. Smith will see you now. Please follow me.”
They followed
the receptionist down a hallway to a large conference room with a heavy oak
table in the center. “Mr. Smith, Mr. Jack Stark and Ms. Jessica Fielding are
here to discuss their wedding plans.”
“Very good.
Would you please be seated? And may I call you by your first names? You may
call me Donald.”
“Yeah, that’s
fine, Donald. I just want to get all the arrangements done so that I can marry
this girl and change her last name to Stark! By the way, we set the wedding
day, it’s May 17th, it’s Jessica’s birthday.”
“Excellent,
Jack. And Jessica, I want to thank you for emailing me both yours and Jack’s
measurements. It will save considerable time with the fittings. Speaking of
which, Jack, please follow me. I’ve spent the morning preparing tuxedos for you
to try on. I found three styles for you to choose from. I need you to go in the
fitting room and try them on. Once you’ve done that, you can tell me which one
you prefer.”
“Sure, Donald.
Let’s get this done.” Jack then followed Donald to a large fitting room, with
three tuxedos hanging at the ready for him to try on. Jack noticed that the
fitting room was mirrored wall-to-wall.
“Hey, Donald.
Why all the mirrors?”
“Ah, that is a
specialty of our firm. It allows you to see yourself from all angles as you try
on your tuxedo.”
“Yes, that is
smart. Good thinking, Donald.”
“Well, I’ll leave
you now, Jack. I need to go back to my office and get Jessica ready for her
bridal gown fitting.” Donald left the room, and closed the door. Jack didn’t
notice, but as he closed the door it locked shut. Donald went back to his
office and pulled out his laptop.
“Jessica, I
thought you might want to watch our capture of Jack. He doesn’t know it, but
the mirrors hide secret cameras to record the entire room. Also, the door not
only locked, it sealed itself as it locked. There is no possibility of escape.”
“But how will
you capture him. I mean I can see that he can’t get out, but how will your men
get in?”
“You will notice
that Jack’s stripping off his suit now. He’s standing in just his boxers. Ah,
he’s reaching for the dress socks. Now, I push this button, here, and an
invisible, odorless gas enters the room. It won’t kill him, but it will cause
rapid loss of consciousness. Let’s listen, shall we?”
Jack is
beginning to slip on the dress socks, and all of a sudden feels light-headed.
“Man, it’s hot in here. I need some fresh air. This room’s too stuffy.”
He reaches for
the doorknob, but find it’s locked. “Hey, somebody let me out! This door’s
stuck! Is anybody there? Help me, please! Hello…” and he passes out cold on the
floor of the room.
Donald turned on
his intercom and said, “Bill and Roger, the client in the men’s fitting room is
ready!”
He then turned
back to Jessica. “Bill and Roger are two of Mr. Coldiani’s best guards. They’ll
take Jack across the street to his cell. Two days from now, he’ll be dead.”
“But how will
they get him across the street? It’s broad daylight out!”
“Jessica, just
past that fitting room there is a trap door in the floor. Oh, wait! I almost
forgot to turn the gas off. Now the room will siphon off the gas so that Bill
and Roger can safely unlock and enter the room. There’s no danger of Jack
waking up. The gas keeps you knocked out for two hours. Anyway, they’ll open
the trapdoor, and beneath it is a tunnel that leads under the street and
re-emerges in the basement of cells in Mr. Coldiani’s private jail. And now, my
dear, please return to your home, and remember to email Mr. Coldiani so that he
can send you the live feed of the execution.”
“Thank you so
much, Mr. Smith! I will!”
“Jessica, one
final question? I noticed on your driver’s license that your birthday is in
September. Why did Jack say it was May 17th?”
“Jack never was
good at remembering dates. I was counting on him not remembering that May 17th
was his brother Andy’s birthday!”
With that,
Jessica left the fake wedding shop and headed home, where she immediately
emailed her contact information to Mr. Coldiani. Meanwhile, Bill and Roger had
arrived back at Coldiani Execution Services with their prisoner, Jack Stark.
“Hey, boss!
We’ve got the new prisoner ready!”
“Excellent,
Bill! Did he give you any trouble?”
“No, we never
have problems with that new gas you use. He’s in his cell, sleeping like a
baby!”
“Good, what’s he
wearing?”
“Just his
boxers, and one of the dress socks that he got partway on before the gas took
effect.”
“Is the
equipment ready?”
“Yeah, it’s just
outside his cell.”
“You did
restrain him, didn’t you?”
“Oh, yeah. Just
like you said, feet bound together, and arms cuffed behind his back.”
“Good! Now let’s
go down, so I can renew my acquaintance with Mr. Jack Stark. And bring the
knife, so we can cut off those boxers!”
We went down to
the basement, and the cell holding Mr. Jack Stark. He had just regained
consciousness, and was struggling against his bonds.
“What the fuck!
Where the hell am I?”
“Ah, we meet
again, Mr. Stark. Although under far different circumstances this time. The
last time, you were a client of mine, now you are my prisoner!”
“Coldiani!
What’s the meaning of this? And what have you done with Jessica? I swear if
you’ve harmed her, I’ll kill you!”
“Relax, prisoner
Stark! Jessica is fine, and will continue to be fine as long as you do as you
are told!”
“My name’s Jack
Stark! I’m worth millions! You better release me!”
“Strange, that’s
the same thing Andy told me. Now I’ll tell you what I told him. You are my
prisoner, condemned to death. Sentence will be carried out in two days. You
have no money. Your accounts are frozen!”
“I’m in great
physical shape. I’ll break out of here!”
“Prisoner Stark,
look at your right arm, just below the shoulder. Do you see that slight
puncture mark? You’ve been injected with a green radioactive tracking dye.
Every GPS in the country can pick it up. Escape is not possible. You’d be shot
on sight.”
“But I thought
to be condemned, someone else had to pay for the execution.”
“Someone has
paid!”
“But who? Who
would pay to have me killed?”
“All I can tell
you is that the person paid for the Elite package. You bought the same one on
Andy and you know it comes with full confidentiality. But we talk about
unimportant stuff, not what we need to. I will tell you that Jessica will be
released completely unharmed the minute your execution is complete. And I will
give you the same option I gave Andy. I will send your sperm to Jessica so that
if she wishes to bring offspring of yours into the world, she may, although I
can’t see why she would!”
“How do you get
the sperm?”
“In Andy’s case,
I and five of my guards repeatedly raped him, causing him to ejaculate into a
collecting bottle.”
“Oh, no! You’re
not fucking me! I’m no queer! I want Jess to have the sperm, but you’ll have to
find another way to collect it!”
“That’s what
Andy said, at first. By the end, he was enjoying the sex. But I find you a
disgusting excuse for a human being. You are the last man I’d want to rape. So
we will indeed find another way to milk you, prisoner Stark!”
“What are you
talking about?”
“You will see,
prisoner Stark! Guards! Remove the prisoner’s clothing!” With that, Bill
grabbed Jack’s boxers, while Roger held him down. Bill then quickly cut the
boxers from Jack’s body, leaving him naked. He immediately flushed with
embarrassment, but could not cover his nakedness since his hands were still
bound behind him. Mr. Coldiani was not impressed. It was obvious that Andy
outshone Jack in every department, looks, personality, charisma, and especially
in being sexually endowed. Jack’s balls were the smallest he’d seen, and he’d
seen thousands on the men he’d executed. Jack’s dick was also puny, only about
a 3” dick, and that was when it was erect!
“Now bring in
the milking machine!” The guards wheeled in a strange contraption. One end
looked like a large tube, which they fitted around Jack’s penis. It fit like a
glove and there was a tube at the end of it that led into a large bottle. Then
they took from the other end of the machine a rubber tube shaped like a man’s
penis. This was forced into Jack’s anus. He screamed at the violation as it was
inserted without benefit of lube. Then the machine was plugged in. Jack
immediately felt the dildo vibrate as it pulled in and out of his ass, although
never completely out. He also felt the tubing around his penis start to vibrate
and pulse, causing his penis to begin to involuntarily harden.
“Now, prisoner
Stark, you know how you will be milked. This machine will be running day and
night until your balls are drained!”
“No, you can’t
do this! This is inhuman! It hurts so much!”
“What a pity!
You know, prisoner Stark, I rather enjoyed your brother’s company. He was a
kind, caring, compassionate man who would have made his mark in society. You,
however, are nothing but a sick, greedy leech, only looking out for Jack Stark!
I detested executing Andy. I shall totally enjoy ridding the world of you!”
With that, Mr.
Coldiani headed back to his office. He gave Bill and Roger orders not to unhook
the machine without his permission. He did allow them to feed the prisoner the
standard diet of bread and water, but he very much doubted that the prisoner
would be able to eat while his balls were being drained.
Mr. Coldiani now
called for Alex, Frank, and Stanley, three of his other guards. He told them
that first thing tomorrow, they were to bring the Wheel of Death into prisoner
Stark’s cell. He had recently changed the method of execution. Previously,
death was by a bullet to the brainstem. Now the prisoner was forced to spin this
wheel, which consisted of twelve wedges, each with a method of execution upon
it. Wherever the wheel stopped, that would be the method used to execute the
prisoner. Here is a table listing the twelve methods of execution.
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1. Bullet to the brainstem
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2. Short or no drop hanging
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3. Guillotine
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4. Impalement
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5. Crucifixion
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6. Garrote
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7. Long drop hanging
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8. Gas Chamber
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9. Electrocution
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10. Wheel
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11. Block and Axe
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12. Life or death?
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The next
morning, I went down to the cell, and found the prisoner sobbing in pain.
“Please, sir, can’t you disconnect this infernal machine? I can’t take it
anymore!”
“You can and you
will take it! I observe that the collection bottle is only about half full, and
I see that you are still cumming. That means your balls are by no means dry.
This machine will only be disconnected upon one of two things occurring. First,
the complete draining of your balls, or failing that, when we return in the
morning to perform your execution! But now, we have something special for you
to do.”
“What is that?”
“Do you recall
how Andy was executed?”
“Yes, with a
bullet to his brainstem. So what?”
“We have since
expanded our methods of execution. While that is still an option, there are now
many more. This wheel lists all of them. You will now spin the wheel, and thus
determine your method of execution!”
“You want me to
choose how I’m going to die? You’re crazy! Go fuck yourself, Coldiani!”
“A typical
reaction. But prisoner Stark, did you read all twelve wedges on the wheel?”
“Yeah! Hey, what
method is that one, Life or Death?”
“Ah, you did
notice that! That, prisoner Stark is the one slim chance you have to escape
your execution. Should you spin that wedge once, it acts as a re-spin. Should
you spin it again, we will turn over the wedge. If the reverse of the wedge
reads “Life”, then your death sentence is commuted to life imprisonment without
possibility of parole. Should the reverse read “Death”, however, then I will
remove the wedge and I will spin with only the eleven execution options
remaining.”
“Go to hell,
Coldiani! I’m not spinning your damn wheel”
Mr. Coldiani
didn’t say anything, but pushed a button that he held in his hand. Immediately,
Jack let out a bloodcurdling scream. Mr. Coldiani smiled and said, “Oh, I forgot to mention. That radioactive
tracking device that was implanted can also deliver indescribable pain, should
the prisoner misbehave. Andy never caused me to use that feature. Now, prisoner
Stark, spin the wheel!”
“OK. You win!”
Jack spins, and is stunned when the wheel lands on the Life or Death space.
“Well done,
prisoner Stark! You’re half way to a life sentence. Spin again, please!”
Both from the
faint hope of living, even in prison, and in fear of another shock from the
tracker, Jack spun again! The wheel began to slow, and it looked like it was
heading for block and axe, but at the last second, it got a final burst of
energy and landed again on Life or Death.
“Well, well, prisoner
Stark. Could this be your lucky day? Let’s find out, shall we? Stanley, will
you do the honors and turn over the wedge?”
Stanley turns
over the wedge, revealing the word, “death”.
Jack hung his head in defeat, as Stanley tossed the wedge aside, so that
I could spin. I grabbed the wheel, gave it a good spin, and we all watched
where the wheel would come to a dead stop. It slowed, and almost stopped a
couple of times. Then finally, it ran out of energy and the pointer stopped on
“short or no drop hanging.”
“Well, if I have
to die, at least with this execution, I can shoot one final awesome load! I’ve
read about hangings, and that the short drop really gets a guy excited, and
they get the greatest orgasm ever!”
“Prisoner Stark,
what do you presume to shoot? Have you forgotten about the equipment attached
to your dick and ass? When you hang, your balls will be dry! I think the only
thing you can count on is that you’ll piss all over yourself, and indeed may
defecate as well!”
“You mean all
I’ll have is pain and humiliation, no pleasure? Oh, fuck no!! Please, Coldiani,
give me the long drop. Break my neck, don’t let me suffer, PLEASE!!!!”
“I’m sorry,
prisoner, but the rules are ironclad. The method spun on the wheel MUST be the method
used to execute the prisoner! Enjoy the rest of your last full day of life. I
will return this evening to see if your balls have been fully drained. If they
are, we’ll unhook the apparatus. If they aren’t, we’ll leave it attached until
we come in the morning to escort you to the execution chamber!”
Mr. Coldiani and
the guards left Jack’s cell to return to their offices. As they left, they
heard Jack crying out in anguish at his fate. Roger turned to Mr. Coldiani and
said, “Hey, boss! Why didn’t you unhook Stark when we were there? Anybody can
see that his balls are totally drained. Nothing went into the bottle the entire
time we were there, and we were there for a while.”
“Roger, I know
that! But I can’t stand this particular prisoner. He paid to have his own
brother executed just so that he could take over his brother’s fiancée. Then,
when the fiancée got his brother’s sperm, he tricked her into giving it to him,
and then he destroyed it! I intend to leave him hooked up right up to the moment
of execution!”
“But that long
hooked up to a machine when his balls are empty? Won’t it cause him pain?”
“Yes, Roger, it
will! Constant, horrific pain! But small pain compared to that in the hell to
which I will send him tomorrow!”
A few hours
later, Mr. Coldiani returned to the cell, while his guards busied themselves by
making sure that all the preparations were in readiness for the hanging the
next morning. As he approached the cell, he heard moaning, and saw Jack curled
up in a ball, trying to ease the pain.
“Oh, dear. It seems those balls aren’t quite drained. What a
pity! Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning, prisoner Stark!”
“NO!!!! Don’t
leave me!!!! This is inhuman! It’s gotta be unconstitutional! Unhook me, please!”
“It’s no more
inhuman than you ordering your brother’s execution. As to it being
unconstitutional, the laws for condemned were rewritten a few years ago.
Condemned prisoners have no rights under the constitution!” And with that, Mr.
Coldiani turned, and began ascending the stairs, with Jack’s howls of protest
growing ever more distant with each step!
The following
morning, Mr. Coldiani and his guards entered Jack’s cell at 6am. Mr. Coldiani
was dressed in his usual execution gear consisting of a pair of blue jeans. He
wore no shirt, allowing him to display his hairy chest and his awesome pecs and
abs. Jack had passed out from the pain of the machine trying to drain his empty
balls. One of the guards offered to slap him awake, but Mr. Coldiani declined
the offer, and simply pushed the button in his palm, instantly awakening the
prisoner with even greater pain than the machine had caused.
Jessica
was watching from her home, and enjoyed seeing the man who had caused her so
much pain, now in pain himself! As he was unhooked from the machine, she
noticed that his dick was totally flaccid and that his balls were smaller than
she’d ever remembered them.
Once he was
unhooked from the machine, Jack was led naked across the hall to another
chamber. There was a small platform in the middle of the room, with a noose
hanging down just above it. There were cameras covering every angle of the
room, and below the platform was plastic sheeting. Jack saw the noose that
would end his life and froze. The guards tried to lead him to the platform, but
he wouldn’t budge!
“Prisoner Stark,
I am going to give you one warning! Allow my guards to lead you to the platform
without resistance or I push the button in my hand, and you KNOW what that will
do!”
Jack hung his
head and muttered under his breath, “OK! OK! I’ll go to my death meekly. Just
don’t push that damn button! And what’s with all the cameras and the plastic?”
“Prisoner, as a
former client of mine, you know that the cameras are here to send a live-feed
of your execution to the client who paid for it! As to the sheeting, it is
common for men to lose control of their bodily functions during a hanging. It
is very likely you will piss and shit all over yourself, and the sheeting makes
the clean up easier for the guards. Now, enough questions! Guards, take the
prisoner to the platform!”
The guards led
Jack to the platform, where they bound his legs together, then they bound his
arms behind his back, and finally bound his arms to his upper body. Mr.
Coldiani then lowered the noose and placed it around Jack’s neck, making sure
it was snug.
“Prisoner Jack
Stark, you have been deemed as expendable and useless to society. Accordingly,
you are to be hung by the neck until you are dead. May God show more mercy upon
your soul than you did to your fellow men during your time on this earth. Have
you any last words, Prisoner Stark?”
“Yeah, Coldiani,
you can go fuck yourself! At least after I die, Jessica will have my sperm, and
I will live on through our children!”
Jessica leaned
in to the screen. She wanted to hear Coldiani’s reply, and see the look on
Jack’s face when he heard it.
“Prisoner, did no
one tell you? I just got word that as my men were taking the collecting bottle
up to the freezer, that one of them tripped and fell, and the bottle broke into
a million pieces, with the sperm going everywhere. I’m sorry, but the sperm was
a total loss. I’ll offer my condolences to Jessica!”
Jack’s face went
white! “NO!!!! You drained all my fucking sperm, and it’s destroyed, so now I
can’t leave any heirs! And I’m about to be hung until I am dead, and with
totally dry, useless, fucking balls, I won’t even get any final cumshots!
NOOO!!!! It ain’t fair!”
Mr. Coldiani
ignored Jack’s comments, stepped off the platform, and pushed a button in his
left hand. Instantly the platform fell away, but Jack’s body was held where it
was by the noose. He immediately began choking and gagging, with his body
bobbing back and forth. This continued for about a minute, then his face began
to take on a bluish hue from the lack of blood and oxygen. About a minute
later, his tongue protruded from between his teeth, also having turned blue.
Then, his hips began to move side to side, but with his balls dry, his dick
stayed flaccid and nothing shot out from it. After this, his body began to
relax. Just then, there was a river of yellow piss that erupted from Jack’s
cock, and ran down both legs before dripping like rain from Jack’s toes. Then,
Mr. Coldiani and the guards noticed a stench, and both realized and saw that
Jack’s bowels had voided, and he had soiled himself badly. Jessica noticed that
his lower legs and arms had taken on a bluish tint. She remembered from reading
up on hangings that this was common due to blood pooling in the extremities
once the blood was no longer being pumped by the heart. It was now obvious to
all that the sentence had been carried out. Mr. Coldiani left the room to
shower and change before the guards would bring the body up to his private
morgue for final preparations. The guards were ordered to wait for one hour,
and then to cut the prisoner’s body down, and bring it to the morgue wrapped in
the plastic sheeting.
An hour later,
right on time, Stanley and Roger entered the morgue with Jack Stark’s corpse
wrapped in plastic sheeting. The body was put on the table, while the sheeting
went into the incinerator. Stark’s body was washed, to remove all the human
bodily waste, then it was placed in a second sheet, and the three men took it
to the cemetery. The body was dumped unceremoniously into a pre-dug grave and
immediately the hole was filled in. Jessica picked up a glass of champagne,
turned off the live-feed, and said, “To Andy, the kindest, gentlest man I ever
knew. You are avenged, my darling! I will love you always!”
