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Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Enslaving Laurie; Execution of Jennifer Fair; Field Hockey
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   <1st attachment, "enslvlaurie.txt" begin>

   Enslaving Laurie by Laura Lynn Davis F/F Bnd Copyright 2001

   My name is Laurie Harmon and I'm an investigator assigned to the
district attorney in Hampton County.  I'm twenty-three years old and I just
joined the DA's office after just two years on the police force in
Springfield.  On the 20th of May I was sent to investigate complaints of
abuse at Hampton Hall, a private school for girls located in the northeast
corner of the county.  The DA had received a series of anonymous letters
that claimed the girls were being abused by the staff.

   I did some research before going out to the school.  First, I confirmed
that our state allows corporal punishment in the schools.  The final
decision is up to the board of education in each district.  Private
schools, like Hampton Hall, make their own decision.  The only requirement
is that each parent must sign a consent form.  I made a note to check
consent forms on file at Hampton Hall.

   My research on Hampton Hall indicated that it had a good reputation.  It
specialized in problem girls, girls who'd gotten in trouble elsewhere,
girls whose parents couldn't handle them.  Rich girls.  The school claimed
a 100% graduation rate and their brochure claimed that 97.5% of their
graduates went on to college.  Tuition was a staggering $27,000 in 1998.  I
couldn't find a newer brochure at the library but I was certain it had gone
up over the past few years.

   I discussed my findings later that day with Harry Carson, a fellow
investigator and my current lover.  We were in the hot tub on the back deck
of his house.  Harry lives out in the county, n ten acres of land
surrounded on three sides by state-owned woodlands.  Harry's thirty-five
and ruggedly handsome.  I was straddling his lap with his long, thick cock
buried to the hilt in my cunt.  He was fondling my small, firm breasts
while I described my findings.  I was finding it very hard to concentrate
and finally gave up trying.

   Later, in the kitchen I took up where I'd left off.  Harry was wearing
jeans and a t-shirt but I was still naked.  He likes me naked and I like
being naked when he's watching.  I'm tall and slender and I have a nice,
athletic figure (read: small boobs) and long nice legs.  My hair is black,
my eyes are brown, and I have a smooth olive complexion.  I'm on the
borderline between attractive and pretty.  At 5' 7", I'm a full head
shorter than Harry.

   When I finished outlining my research Harry shrugged and said, "Looks
like you've covered it.  I've never been out there so I don't have anything
to add.  What time are you leaving in the morning."

   "About 6:00.  I want to get there before classes begin."

   I was up and showered before Harry stirred.  I dressed carefully,
bypassing my usual man-tailored shirt and jeans.  I put on my sexiest
French lingerie - lacy silk bra (34b) and matching thong panties.  Then a
pair of white thigh highs and a sheer white silk blouse.  Finally I put on
my one good suit, a gray Armani with a short skirt that showed a lot of
thigh when I was seated.

   I arrived at Hampton Hall shortly before 7:00 a.m.  The school secretary
ushered me right in to Ms.  Hunter's office.  Ms.  Hunter was the
headmistress and had been for almost six years.  She was an attractive
blonde in her late thirties.  We discussed the situation and she gave me a
thick folder containing copies of the consent forms signed by the parents.
"We have 634 students and you'll find 634 valid consent forms in there. 
You have complete access.  I've assigned a student to escort you anywhere
you want to do and I've arranged an appointment with Ms.  Jackson, our
dean, at 10:00 a.m.  She's in charge of discipline.  Ah, here's your
escort."

   I turned and saw a beautiful blonde girl standing in the doorway.  Ms.
Hunter waved her in and made the introductions.  "Ms.  Harmon, this is
Jenny Stark.  Jenny, this is Ms.  Harmon.  She's an investigator with the
district attorneys office." We shook hands and Jenny sat down.  Ms.  Hunter
smiled at her before continuing.  "Jenny will show you around and answer
your questions.  She's a senior and has been with us for the full four
years.  She's scheduled for punishment at 10:00 and you'll be able to
witness it.  If there's anything else you need just call me."

   It was a clear dismissal so Jenny and I got up and left.  The school
uniform was a crisp white blouse, a gray skirt, gray or white knee socks.
and black penny loafers.  Jenny was a stunningly beautiful girl with blue
eyes, a perfect peaches-and-cream complexion, and long world-class legs. 
She was about 5' 10" and had a very nice figure.  We turned left and walked
slowly down the hall while Jenny outlined the school's history.  Her voice
was soft and musical and I detected a slight trace of a southern accent.

   We glanced into every room we passed.  The students were quiet and
attentive.  We continued on outside and watched a PT class playing soccer.
There were three games going on simultaneously.  I asked Jenny if she
played.  She grinned and said, "Yes, I'm on the varsity soccer, basketball,
and lacrosse teams."

   I returned her smile.  "Why are you being punished today?"

   She glanced down at the ground and blushed.  "I got caught kissing
another girl." She gave me a quick look and when I didn't respond she
continued, her voice soft.  "It was a dare.  Kate's a teammate and everyone
knows she's a lesbian.  A couple of the kids dared me to kiss her at
practice.  I did and I got caught.  Now everyone thinks I'm gay too."

   "Are you?" It just slipped out and I could have bitten my tongue off.

   She surprised me by grinning.  "Yes, but I didn't want anyone to know."

   "So what's your punishment going to be?"

   Her smiled disappeared.  "Twenty strokes with a cane.  On my bare butt."

   We continued on, reentering the main building by a different door.  We
went up to the second floor and visited several classrooms, sitting in the
back to listen for a few minutes in each room.  Then we visited one of the
dorms where students lived 3 and 4 to a room.  The rooms were spacious and
clean.  We visited Jenny's room and she sat down on her bed.  I sat across
from her and we talked for a few minutes.  "I was a real bitch when I got
her.  Totally out of control.  I was punished almost every day for the
first couple of months.  And then I realized that they weren't going to
change so I'd have to change or continue to be spanked almost every day."

   I watched her while she talked and suddenly I realized that I was very
attracted to her.  It was a shock because I'd never been attracted to
another woman.  Jenny was adorable.  I wondered what it would be like to
kiss her, to stroke her sleek, bare thighs.  Even her knees were pretty!  I
wondered why she wasn't in New York, making a fortune modeling.

   I didn't realize I asked the question aloud until she smiled and said,
"I was a model when I was thirteen and fourteen.  That's what caused my
problems.  My parents sent me here to get me out of that environment." She
shrugged, "I hated it at first but I'd probably be dead now if they hadn't
sent me here." She glanced at her watch.  "Oh, shit!  It's almost 10. 
Let's go.  I'll get ten extra strokes if I'm late."

   We arrived at Ms.  Jackson's office with seconds to spare.  Ms.  Jackson
was a slim brunette in her early forties.  Jenny introduced us and then Ms.
Jackson escorted us into the punishment room.  She explained that allowable
punishments ranged from five strokes with a paddle to thirty strokes with a
cane.  "All students have periodic physical examinations and they are seen
by the nurse immediately following punishment."

   The punishment room was a small, bare room with a single table on one
side of the room and a padded vaulting horse on the other.  "We use the
horse when students require restraints.  Jenny was very familiar with the
horse when she first arrived." She glanced at Jenny and said, "Get ready."

   We watched as Jenny walked over to the table.  She lifted her skirt and
tucked it into her waistband.  Then she lowered her cotton panties down to
her knees before leaning over the table, supporting herself on her
forearms. Her ass was as beautiful as the rest of her body.  Ms.  Jackson
selected a cane and approached the table.  I stood to one side and watched.
Jenny grunted as the first blow landed.  By the third she was whimpering in
pain, by the fifth she had tears streaming down her face.  Each blow
resulted in a loud "owwwww"!  By the tenth she was sobbing like a baby,
screaming as each blow landed.  Her ass was red and crisscrossed with
welts. After twenty she straightened up slowly, sobbing as she reached back
to touch her sore bottom.

   After a moment Ms.  Jackson said, "Go and kneel in the corner.  Put your
clothes in the closet." I watched in silence as Jenny removed everything
but her blue knee socks.  She walked over and opened a hidden closet and
hung her things on hangers.  Then she walked over to the far corner and got
down on her knees.  She laced her hands behind her neck and crossed her
ankles, her knees spread for balance.

   Ms.  Jackson glanced at me.  "She'll stay there until she's regained her
composure.  Then she'll go to the nurse." She paused then asked if I'd seen
enough.

   I nodded.  "Yes, I think I have.  Your punishments can be harsh but I
don't think they constitute abuse."

   She smiled.  "Is that it then?"

   I shook my head.  "There's one more thing." I paused and glanced at
Jenny.  She was still crying softly.  I took a deep breath.  "I want to
experience the same thing Jenny just went through.  For my report, of
course."

   Ms.  Jackson smiled and nodded.  "Of course.  Let me get a release for
you to sign." She left and returned a moment later with the form.  I signed
it and she set it aside.  "Please prepare yourself Ms.  Harmon.  I think
you'd better hang everything in the closet.  Tears might stain the silk."

   I walked to the closet and slowly undressed, hanging each item carefully
on a separate hanger.  I slipped off my pumps but left my thigh highs on. I
walked back to the table, blushing as Ms.  Jackson calmly surveyed my nude
body.  My nipples hardened in the cool air and my breasts bounced gently
with each step.  She directed me into the proper position and then she
whipped me with a fresh cane.  I heard the swish and then experienced an
incredible jolt of pain, worse than anything I'd ever felt in my life.  It
felt as if I'd been branded!  I wanted to stop it right there but I was too
stubborn.  I started to cry immediately and I was sobbing hysterically by
the sixth stroke.  Ms.  Jackson paused and asked me if I wanted her to
stop. I wanted her to stop but I shook my head and whispered, "No!  Finish
it.  No matter what I say after this."

   I screamed as each stroke landed.  After three or four more I began to
beg for mercy.  I begged her to stop but she ignored me.  I took the full
twenty.  I was sobbing like a baby when I dropped to my knees next to
Jenny. Jenny left a few minutes later.  I spent nearly thirty minutes on my
knees before I calmed down.  Ms.  Jackson escorted me to the nurse's
office. It was two doors down the hall.  She had me remove my stockings and
put them in the closet.  Then she held my arm in a firm grip and walked me
down the hall.  I was nude and girls were hurrying between classes so the
hallway was crowded.  It was totally humiliating but I realized it was very
effective.  Not many girls would want to make that walk a second time.

   Jenny was long gone when I entered the nurse's office.  She had me
stretch out face-down on an exam table.  She rubbed some anesthetic cream
on my sore butt and the pain started to fade almost immediately.  Then she
had me stand up while she listened to my heart and lungs.  Finally, she
took my temperature.  With a rectal thermometer.  She dipped it in Vaseline
and I blushed as she spread my buttocks and slipped the thermometer into my
bottom.  My temperature was 99 degrees.  The hall was empty when the nurse
walked me back to Ms.  Jackson's office.

   I got dressed under Ms.  Jackson's watchful eye.  Then I shook her hand
and thanked her for everything.  The anesthetic started to wear off before
I got back to the office and the last twenty minutes were agonizing.  I
stopped at a drug store and bought some.  I had to apply it hourly for the
rest of the day.  I filed my report exonerating the school and then took
the rest of the day off.

   I called Harry and left a message on his answering machine.  I told him
I wasn't feeling well and was going to take a couple of days off.  I told
him I'd call him when I felt better.  I knew he'd respect my privacy.  He'd
call but he wouldn't come over, wouldn't see the welts on my ass and start
asking questions I didn't want to answer.

   Harry called about 7:30 and we talked for ten minutes.  At 8:15, my
doorbell rang.  It was Jennifer.  I opened the door and slipped inside. 
"How'd you find my address?  It's not listed."

   She smiled.  "It's good to see you, too, Ms.  Harmon."

   I locked the door and sighed.  "It's nice to see you, Jenny.  Call me
Laurie.  Now, how'd you find me?"

   She grinned.  "Simple.  I looked at your driver's license while you were
in the nurse's office."

   I shook my head.  I'd have to be more careful.  "Why are you here?"

   "I wanted to see you, see how you are." She glanced away and blushed. 
"I'm attracted to you."

   She was wearing her uniform and looked adorable.  "You can't be.  You're
just a child."

   She bristled.  "I'm eighteen and I graduate in a couple of weeks.  I'm
not a child." She stamped her foot for emphasis and I couldn't help
grinning.  Which only made her madder.  "Look my in the eye and tell me
you're not attracted to me."

   I looked her in the eye and did my best to lie with a straight face. 
"I'm not attracted to you, Ms.  Stark."

   She smiled.  "With all due respect, you're a lying bitch, Ms.  Harmon."

   We stared at each other in silence for a few moments.  Then I shrugged.
"I'm busted.  You're right, I am attracted to you.  Who wouldn't be? 
You're stunningly beautiful and you seem like a nice girl.  But I'm not
gay."

   She stepped forward and put her hands on my shoulders.  "That's okay. 
Only one of us has to be." Then she kissed me.  Her lips were soft and her
tongue insistent.  I moaned and opened my mouth, leaning against her.  She
hugged me close while her tongue darted around inside my mouth.  It was the
most erotic kiss I'd ever experienced!

   I was wearing a skimpy little tank top and loose cotton drawstring
shorts.  I had a bra on but no panties because my butt was still too sore.
I was barefoot.  She undressed me right there in the front hall.  I
resisted for a moment but stopped after she slapped me.  It wasn't a hard
slap but it stung.  I dropped my hands to my sides and stood quietly while
she stripped me.  She cupped my breasts and teased my nipples erect with
her thumbs.  I moaned with pleasure and she chuckled.

   A few minutes later I was on my knees beside my bed, watching her
undress.  Her beautiful butt was back to it's normal color but the welts
were still prominent.  I was intrigued by her total lack of pubic hair. 
Her vulva was smooth and bare, her sex shockingly visible.  I rested my
hands on her perfect thighs and bent to kiss her right knee, then her left.
Then I rested my forehead against her knees and she ruffled my hair. 
"Don't know what to do next, do you?"

   I shook my head.  "I know what to do, I'm just scared to do it." She
spread her legs and I sighed and rubbed my cheek against the soft skin of
her inner thigh.  "God, your skin is like velvet!" I glanced up at her. 
"You've got to be the most beautiful girl in the world.  I don't know
whether to make love to you or worship you."

   She leaned and kissed me.  "No reason you can't do both."

   I kissed her high on the inside of her right thigh.  "I'll probably go
to hell." I kissed and licked her soft inner thighs while she moaned with
pleasure.  She was wet by the time I worked my way up to her sweet little
pussy.  I inhaled the musky scent of an aroused female for the first time
and loved it.  I ran the tip of my tongue up the furrow between her labia
and enjoyed hearing her whimper with pleasure.  She tasted tangy and
slightly salty and I pushed my tongue into her looking for more of her
juice.  She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled my mouth against her
pussy.  "Oh!  My!  God!  Yes!  Eat me!  Oh, please, eat me!"

   Despite my lack of experience I managed to bring her to orgasm within a
few minutes.  She clamped her tights around my head when she came and I
thought she was going to suffocate me.  Afterward, she stretched out on her
back and I cuddled up next to her with my head resting on her flat, firm
belly.  Her full breasts, slightly flattened by gravity, rose in front of
me, her pink nipples hard and pointy.  After a few minutes I planted a kiss
on her belly and then sat up.  She smiled lazily and whispered, "You're
mine, now."

   I nodded.  "How am I going to tell Harry?"

   "You don't have to tell him.  We'll show him." She refused to elaborate
any further.  She just told me to call Harry and invite him over for dinner
the following night.

   I had my doubts but one doesn't argue with one's own personal goddess. I
kissed her foot and whispered, "Yes, mistress."

   She'd signed out for the weekend so she stayed with me that night.  She
was 18, legally an adult so I had no qualms about having her sleep in my
bed.  I woke up from a very erotic dream and moaned with pleasure as
Jennifer's tongue found my clit.  I screamed with pleasure when I came. 
She rubbed my belly gently until I fell asleep again.

   Saturday was a busy day.  We were up at 7:00 and out of the house by
8:30.  Jennifer had brought a small suitcase and she was wearing exercise
clothes - a sports bra, a cropped tank top, loose nylon shorts, socks, and
Nikes.  I wore a t-shirt, jeans, and sandals.  No bra, no panties.  Our
first stop was a beauty salon that took walk-ins.  Jennifer had them cut my
hair short, very short, transforming me from an attractive young woman to a
cute tomboy.  She also has them give me a complete bikini wax.  She held my
hand while they pulled the strips of cheese cloth, ripping my pubic hair
out by the roots.  It hurt but nothing like getting caned.  The woman who
waxed me was curious about the welts on my butt.  Jenny smiled and told her
I'd been a bad girl.

   Next stop was a small jewelry store run by a slender redhead in her late
twenties.  Her name was Kate and she and Jenny were old friends.  They
hugged and kissed and then Jenny introduced me.  "This is Laurie.  She's
mine.  I want you to pierce her nipples." She glanced at me and said, "Take
your t-shirt off."

   Kate examined my nipples while I stood there, blushing furiously. 
"She's got nice nipples.  There won't be any problems.  Pick out a nice
pair of rings.  I'd suggest silver for contrast." We left twenty minutes
later and I had delicate silver rings hanging from my nipples.  Jenny had
promised to bring me back later to have my labia and clit pierced.

   Our next stop was a fetish shop where Jenny bought me a collar and a
leash.  She also bought leather cuffs for my wrist and ankles.  She
selected a paddle, a leather strap, and several canes.  I shivered and
whispered, "Please, don't buy canes."

   She smiled.  "Be a good girl and you don't have to worry about them.  I
will use the paddle and the strap as soon as the welts on your butt fade."
She also bought gags and nipple clamps, a big strap-on dildo, and a butt
plug made of stainless steel.  I began to get a glimmer of what had
happened to her in New York when she was modeling.

   That night, when Harry arrived, Jenny answered the door and ushered him
in.  I was on my knees in the hall.  I was nude and my body gleamed with
oil.  I was collared and cuffed and gagged with a big penis gag.  There
were weighted clamps on my nipples.  The butt plug was in place.  My wrists
were cuffed behind my back and a leather strap around my arms pinned my
elbows together.  I was in pain and it was obvious.  Tears trickled down my
cheeks.  Jenny picked up my leash and said, "She's mine now." Harry turned
and walked out without a word.  I haven't seen him since.  He left the DA's
office, sending his resignation in by email.

   That was more than six weeks ago.  Jenny graduated on the 19th of June
and I attended.  Her parents didn't and I could tell that it hurt her even
though she refused to admit it.  When I tried to get her to talk about it
she whipped me until I begged for mercy.  Then she held me on her lap,
stroking me, until I calmed down.  She can be very cruel but most of the
time she's loving and kind.  There's no doubt that I'm her slave and if I
push the limits she can bring me back into line with one word: cane.

   She took me back to the jewelry shop at the end of June and had my labia
pierced and fitted with stainless steel rings.  I have a stainless steel
ring through my clit hood and a tiny stainless steel stud through the base
of my clit.  It keeps me in an almost constant state of sexual arousal.

   Jenny will be leaving for college in a few weeks, an Ivy League school,
and I'll be going with her.  My resignation is ready and I'm just waiting
for her to tell me to submit it.  Jenny's grandmother left her a huge trust
fund and she's richer than god.  That's one of the things that rankles her
parents, having Jenny be far richer than her father.

   Jenny's far from perfect.  She can be a stubborn bitch and, like I said,
she can be cruel.  Inventively cruel.  Physically, she's as close to
perfect as a human can be.  I love to watch her when she's asleep.  I love
her and always will.  I also adore her.  I love to curl up on the floor
while she's watching television, or reading, and have her put her bare feet
on my belly or my butt to warm them.  I also love to stretch out on my
belly and lick her feet in worship.

   College will be interesting.  She's very smart but she can be lazy.  I'm
trying to figure out how to keep her nose to the grindstone without having
her take the cane to my butt.  She's leased the penthouse apartment in a
luxury building just off campus.  She's already gotten a waiver from the
requirement that all freshmen live in a dorm.

   Oh, well.  It should be an interesting four years.

   The End

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   <2nd attachment, "exjenfair.txt" begin>

   The Execution of Jennifer Fair by Laura Lynn Davis F/F legal execution

   This is a work of fiction set in an imaginary world.  Copyright 2001

   Justice was swift in Queen Anne's American colonies in the year 2010. 
Conviction on a capital crime meant a date with the headsman not long after
sentencing.  At 10:30 p.m.  on April 10, Jennifer Fair, a Catholic
schoolgirl, was arrested on a charge of DUI and multiple (4) counts of
vehicular manslaughter.  Jennifer, just sixteen, had been on her way home
from a party when she veered across the center line and struck a car head
on, killing a family of four.  According the Vermont Colonial Police she
had a blood alcohol level of 1.6, twice the legal limit.

   The Crown Prosecutor announced his intention to try Jennifer as an adult
and seek the death penalty.  The trial began a week after the accident. 
The defense was handled by Emily Wu, Queen's Counsel, a citizen of the
Crown Colony of Hong Kong.  Ms.  Wu managed to get eight men on the jury.
Then she brought Jennifer into court in her school uniform.

   Jennifer was a stunningly beautiful blonde with a perfect
peaches-and-cream complexion.  Her face was dominated by lively,
intelligent green eyes.  She had a willowy figure and long, beautiful legs.
Perfect legs that Emily chose to show off as much as possible.  Jennifer's
uniform skirt was barely long enough to cover her tight little butt. 
Emily's hope was that the men on the jury would ogle Jenny's legs and
forget to listen to the prosecutor.  She had little choice.  The crown's
case was airtight and Jennifer was guilty.  Her story, that she'd been
forced to drink to avoid being raped, was too lame to even consider.  The
fact that it was true was irrelevant - she had nobody to testify on her
behalf and nobody, not even Emily, believed her.

   The trial lasted for just two days.  Emily's strategy backfired.  The
men stared at Jennifer's legs and fantasized about fucking her.  But, in
the jury room, reality set it and they each realized that they had no
chance with a girl like that.  She was convicted on all counts by a
unanimous vote.

   Jennifer and Emily stood and faced the jury, holding hands while they
waited for the judge to accept the verdict and give the foreman permissions
to read it.  When he did his voice was strong.  "We the jury find the
defendant guilty as charged on all counts and recommend that she be put to
death."

   Jennifer swayed and turned deathly pale as she heard the verdict.  A
moment later they faced the judge and listened to him pass sentence. 
"Jennifer Fair, having been convicted as charged and having received the
jury's recommendation, I have no choice but to sentence you to death.  I am
remanding you to the custody of the warden at the state prison and I'm
instructing him to ensure that you be executed within ten days.  Your
appeal will be heard tomorrow.  God rest your soul."

   Twenty minutes later, in a holding cell, Jennifer screamed at Emily in
rage.  "It's all your fault!  Your strategy sucked and now I'm going to pay
the price!  I'm innocent but I'm going to lose my head because you're a
stupid bitch!  Get out of my sight!"

   Jennifer's automatic appeal was heard the following morning and denied.
By 1:00 p.m.  she was on her way to prison.  On the way, the van stopped at
a secluded rest area and the guards took turns raping her.  They were
surprised and delighted when they realized that she'd been a virgin.

   The following day the presiding judge, Henry Holt, was surprised when he
was visited in chambers by Emily Wu.  He and Emily had been lovers when she
first arrived in Vermont.  Now, at thirty, she was a cute tomboy who
preferred women but still enjoyed sex with a man on occasion.  Henry was
surprised when he read the petition she had prepared.  He glanced at her
and said, "You're sure?"

   She nodded.  "Yes, your honor, I'm sure."

   Henry smiled.  "Beg, bitch."

   Emily walked to the door and locked it.  Then she walked back and calmly
began removing her clothes.  This was an old game, one she'd played with
Henry many times.  She stripped completely and then got down on her knees.
"Please, Henry," she begged.  "Please sign the petition so I can be
executed with Jenny."

   He smiled and leaned forward to fondle her small, pert tits.  "Why?"

   "Because I failed her.  It's my fault she's going to die.  I want her to
know she's not going alone.  I want to be executed first."

   Henry slipped his cock into her mouth.  "I'll think about it while you
blow me.  Swallow every drop, slut, or she dies alone."

   Emily might not have been a great lawyer, or even a good one, but she
knew how to suck cock.  She swallowed every drop of cum and then calmly
watched Henry sign the order for her execution.  He watched her dress and
after she unlocked the door he buzzed for the bailiff.  "Take this bitch
and send her up to the prison.  She dies with Jennifer Fair."

   Emily, too, was raped on the way to prison.  She accepted it as part of
her punishment.  Death row only had three cells since nobody stayed long.
Jenny and Emily were in adjoining cells and had plenty of time to talk.  Or
so they thought.  They were surprised when they were taken from their cells
before dawn on the 23rd of April escorted to a room near the door to the
courtyard where the block was situated.

   Their hair was cut short so it wouldn't interfere with the headsman's
axe.  Then they were stripped naked and each was given an enema.  After
being allowed to empty their bladders they were put in leg irons and their
wrists were cuffed together behind their backs.  Then the nude, terrified
prisoners were marched out to meet the headsman.  Jennifer's full, firm
breasts bounced with each step and with each step she cursed Emily.  Twenty
witnesses were seated near the headsman's block and another 100 million
were watching on television.

   Jennifer was forced to her knees, facing the block.  Emily walked over
and dropped gracefully to her knees in front of the block.  She bent and
placed her head on the block, facing Jennifer.  Facing away from the
headsman.  She smiled at Jennifer and said, "I'm sorry." Then, moment later
she said, "God, you have beautiful tits!"

   The headsman measured the distance and raised the axe.  He tapped his
foot three times and swung the axe.  It thunked into the block and Emily's
head bounced onto the platform.  She was conscious for almost thirty
seconds.  The headsman picked up her head and displayed it to the
witnesses. Emily saw Jenny staring up at her with tears in her eyes.  She
saw her own body laying there, blood spurting from her neck.  Then her
vision faded and her eyes closed for the last time.

   Jennifer watched, sobbing, as Emily's body was dragged off to the side.
Her head was placed on her belly.  Then Jennifer was helped to her feet and
escorted to the block.  She glanced at the headsman, sobbing, and begged
for her life.  "Please don't kill me!  Please!  I'll be a good girl!  I
promise."

   The headsman ignored her.  The guards forced the sobbing girl to her
knees and she laid her head on the block.  She stared blindly off into
space and heard the headman's foot tap once, twice.  She was taken
completely by surprise when the axe fell after the second tap.  Her head
separated cleanly and bounced on the platform.  She was still blinking in
surprise when the headsman displayed her head to the witnesses.  She was
conscious for almost a full minute.  She saw her own body and thought, with
wonder, "the boys were right.  I do have a nice ass." Then her eyes closed
and she too was gone.

   After the witnesses filed out and the cameras were turned off their
bodies were loaded into the bucket of a small front-end loader.  Their
heads were tossed on top of their bodies and they were taken to the prison
cemetery where their bodies were casually dumped in an open grave.  There
was no funeral and their grave was unmarked.  They were forgotten within a
week.

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   Field Hockey by Laura Lynn Davis F/F Copyright 2001, all rights reserved



   We were coming back from a field hockey match against Springfield High.
We'd won, 31, but my best friend, Jane, had gotten hurt when she got hit on
the knee with a stick.  Coach didn't think it was that serious and said
Jane could see the nurse in the morning.  The Springfield trainer thought
it might be worth going to the emergency room but coach had disagreed.

   Jane and I were sitting in the last seat on the right side of the bus.
Equipment was piled up across the aisle.  Jane's knee was black-and-blue
and slightly swollen and she was moaning.  Which wasn't like her because
she's the toughest kid I know.  I hugged her close and touched her knee. 
It didn't hurt to have me touch it so I hoped maybe coach was right.

   I wanted to distract Jane so I began to lightly stroke her leg, just
above her knee, with the tips of my fingers.  She shivered and after a
minute or so whispered, "That feels good." I continued to stroke her thigh,
moving my hand upward until I touched the spandex shorts she was wearing
under her uniform skirt.  Her skin was soft and smooth and I enjoyed the
way it felt against my hand.

   Her shorts fit like a second skin and I knew she had nothing on
underneath.

   I'd seen her when she'd slipped her skirt off to adjust it.  The tight
spandex had outlined her vulva in faithful detail.  Now, as she snuggled
against my shoulder, eyes closed, I ran my fingers up her leg and brushed
them across her mound.  Her eyes opened wide and she whispered, "Oh, God!
What are you doing, Paula?"

   I giggled.  "You.  I'm doing you."

   She grabbed my wrist and held it.  Since she's three inches taller,
fifteen pounds heavier, and much stronger, all I could do was sit there and
stare into her big brown eyes and wait.  After a moment she whispered,
"Shit!" Her eyes closed and she released my wrist.  I continued to stroke
her vulva through the thin spandex.  She moaned softly and before long her
body stiffened and she held her breath for a moment before expelling it in
a long sigh.  I knew she'd reached orgasm I was proud.

   Then she opened her eyes and called to one of the sophomores sitting a
couple of rows ahead.  "Sue, go and tell the coach that Paula's a lez."

   I sat there, staring at her in horror.  "I thought we were friends!"

   She shrugged.  "Apparently you were wrong, you dirty lez bitch."

   Coach came back with Sue and glanced at me for a moment before asking
Jane what had happened.  Jane told her and coach looked at me.  "Is this
true?"

   My first impulse was to deny it but I nodded and whispered, "Yes, it's
true."

   Coach made a call on her cell phone.  When the bus arrived back at
school the police were waiting.  I was arrested on various charges.  After
I was handcuffed they put leg irons on me and then they cut my clothes off.
They put me in the back of a cruiser and took me to the county jail.

   Lesbianism is one of the worst crimes in Queen Anne's American colonies.
I was taken into court the following day where I bound over for trial.  A
week later, naked and shivering, I was taken back to court where I was
tried and convicted on all counts.  I was sentenced to life at hard labor.
I'm now in jail, awaiting transport to Her Majesty's prison colony of
Jamaica.  I'll spend the rest of my life as a naked slave working on a
coffee plantation.

   The heat and humidity and the hard, brutal work will make life a living
hell.  But the worst time will be at night when I'm repeatedly raped by the
male slaves.  If I'm lucky I won't last more than a couple of years, if
that.

   The End





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