Claire on the Garrote

Claire sat up on the edge of her cot in her cell and stared at the plain white cinderblock wall. She knew that her time was coming soon. Yesterday they dragged Penny from her cell, kicking and screaming, to the room at the end of the hall where her execution awaited. Through the walls of the execution chamber, she could hear Penny's screams, cries, and pleas right up until the garrote replaced them with gargles and chokes. The next time Claire saw her former cell block neighbor, her body was being dragged down the hall by two guards via the noose-like rope around her neck. Claire was used to this seemingly shocking sight. It was a daily occurrence as the executioner worked her way down the hall. She knew that it wouldn't be long before the other women awaiting their executions watched as Claire was dragged away in a similar fashion.

Later that day Claire heard a buzz and watched the door to the cell block swing open. It was that time of day again, and one unlucky prisoner had just heard that buzz for the final time. The blonde haired executioner, flanked by two burly guards, stepped to the middle of the hall and cleared her throat.

"Attention ladies! Would prisoner A2-741 please place her hands through her door to be cuffed?"

Claire's heart sunk. She looked down at her prisoner number tattooed above her left breast. A2-741. Today was the day. It was her turn to be slowly strangled in the room at the end of the hall. As the guards approached her door she reluctantly stood, well aware of the consequences of resisting, and walked to the front of her cell. Without a word, she slid her wrists through the slot in the door. Each cuff was slapped on with a metallic click. She pulled them back and the door slid open. The guards entered her cell and pushed her up against the cold cinder wall. After they turned her to face the wall, Claire felt a sudden pain in her ass. The guards shoved a cool steel ball deep into her rectum with a metal chain attached that protruded from her ass and dangled between her legs. They turned her to face them and proceeded to grab the chain and clip the end of it to the links of her cuffs, therefore preventing Claire from moving her wrists more than an inch or two away from her exposed pussy.

The two guards led Claire from her cell into the hallway. The executioner joined them and the began the short walk to the fateful door at the end of it. Claire could feel every eye in the cell block on her naked body as she walked to her execution. She knew all of these girls would soon share her fate, but not before they watched her enter the room, heard her chokes and cries, and finally watched as she was dragged away as she had seen so many times before. She was terrified, but knew there was no escape.

As they approached, the door of the execution chamber slid open to reveal a white cinderblock room, approximately twice the size of Claires cell. It lacked furnishings beyond the sole required instrument, the garrote that sat ominously in the center of the room facing the door through which she had just entered. It was a scary sight, with its rope collar and tall plastic barbed anal rod that she knew she would feel deep inside her soon.

The guards escorted her over to the garrote. She stood in front of it facing the door, straddling the seat that she would soon asphyxiate on. One guard yanked at the chain between her legs and Claire squealed as the metal ball slid out of her. It felt good to have it out, but she knew it would be replaced by something much worse in a minute. Her cuffs were undone.

"Sit down." One guard commanded. Claire nervously looked between her legs at the tall rod. She slowly lowered her hips until her anus was gingerly resting on the smooth rounded plastic tip of the rod. The other guard grabbed her left wrist and locked it into the binder on the post of the garrote, followed by her right.

"I need you to sit down so we can put the collar on. Either you get that thing inside you or we will do it for you." The second guard ordered impatiently. Claire let herself down a bit and the rod navigated her asshole and slid in. She felt the barbs on the end pass the rim of her asshole and she knew they would hurt like hell if she tried to pull herself up. At least she didn't have to worry about it hurting when they took her off the garrote. The guard smirked and pulled the rope around her neck and drew it tight. Claire felt the coarse nylon pressed against her skin and knew that this was the end. That rope, once on, wasn't coming off. The guard walked around from the back of the garrote. As he passed her, he gave Claire's thigh a firm shove downward. She screamed as the anal rod slid several inches deeper inside of her. The guards laughed.

It was almost time for her execution. Claire sat nervously on the garrote, rope around her neck, wrists secured to the pole, and the anal rod deep in her abdomen. It was time. The executioner walked to the lever on the wall near the door as Claire watched in horror.

"Prisoner A2-741, Claire, prepare to be executed." The executioner said with a smirk. She couldn't help herself, she had promised herself she wouldn't beg or cry but she couldn't hold back.

"Please! No! I don't want to di...aghjt" Claire's final words were cut off as the executioner pulled the lever and the rope around her neck cinched rapidly. Her head cocked back and her mouth hung open. She fought the restrains on her arms to no avail. Her shoulders waddled back and forth, her breasts swung wildly, but the garrote's grip did not relent. She could feel the rod in her ass penetrating her deeper as she fought and inadvertently forced it further into herself. She kicked her legs and coughed and choked until she could no longer. Her legs fell limp and she slid the remainder of the way onto the rod. Her head fell forward and mouth closed and a small puddle of urine collected just beneath the seat she had died on.