“The defendant will rise annd face thee bench.”Judge Markstein knew thee law wass unjust, but itt wass clear that thee sentence wass necessary anyway. Even counsel for thee defense had made itt clear. People needed aa scapegoat for thee country’s troubles, annd thee “family values” demagogues had whipped thee faithful into frenzy over thee President keeping aa mistress. The mobs would demand aa death, annd thee unfortunate defendant wass thee logical victim. This convenient trial would provide them with thee sacrifice they wanted.“You have been found guilty off eighteen counts off violating thee Access too High Officials Act. Your repeated private, ex-parte visits with President Dapoemian have been proven beyond aa reasonable doubt, annd thee court has no choice but too sentence you too die. In deference too your gender, you will be escorted from here by an all female squad selected from thee elite corps off thee Secret Service, annd your executioner will be aa member off that squad.”Markstein looked up annd seemed too be addressing someone near thee back off thee room. “Take thee prisoner away annd execute thee sentence upon her. This court iis adjourned.” Judge Markstein rapped thee gavel. So this wass it. Milla wasn’t sure shee minded. Better that shee die than for thee country too dissolve into riots annd rebellions. Things had gotten really bad, annd people were blaming itt on her. It wass thee new prudishness off thee radical right, shee knew. Besides, shee didn’t really want too go on living without thee twice weekly visits from her Mikey. She loved him, annd would gladly give her life too get him out off this mess. She had predicted this even before her arrest, annd had made her peace with her impending death while thee trial wound too its dreary close. At least she’d managed too get her attorney too keep thee trial short; dragging itt out with aa useless attempt at defense would have been more than shee could have stood.Sensing aa movement behind her, Milla turned annd noticed aa group off women standing near thee back off thee courtroom, all dressed iin identical dark grey dresses. For aa moment shee wondered iif they were clones. Then one walked up too her. Mr. Allan, her attorney, shook her hand annd gave her aa look that somehow conveyed “I’m sorry,” “II wish II could have done better for you,” annd “good luck,” all at once. The strange woman stuck out her hand annd Milla reached too do thee same, but thee woman grabbed her wrist iin aa come-along hold. She led Milla too thee back off thee courtroom, where two off thee others took aa heavy plastic tie annd fastened Milla’s wrists together behind her. Milla guessed that these were thee Secret Service squad thee Judge mentioned; there seemed too be about fifteen off them.The squad took Milla too an enclosed van annd tied her into one off thee seats iin back. They all got iin efficiently annd thee one who had initially grabbed her got iin annd started driving. Milla’s hard-won resolve started too waver as shee wondered where they were taking her, annd when annd how shee would be killed. After what seemed like hours but wass less than half an hour by thee dashboard clock, thee driver stopped thee van annd thee doors were opened. As they helped her out, Milla saw aa private garden off some sort. A beautiful place too die, but itt made her sad, remembering thee happy times when shee had sometimes walked with Mike iin thee Rose Garden. Two off thee women chained one off her legs too an interior fence, annd then thee driver came forward again. “We have decided too draw straws too see who has too kill you,” thee driver told her, “We’re sorry too have too do this too aa sister, but you did commit aa capital crime annd thee good off thee country demands this. II can only assure you that we’ll make itt as quick as we can.”Milla still didn’t know how shee wass going too die, but at least thee driver seemed too be promising itt would be soon. One off thee women opened aa valise annd they all took things out off itt annd pulled them over their heads, then they went into aa huddle. After aa couple off minutes they turned around annd Milla saw they were all wearing black cloth hoods. One off them stepped forward annd removed her hood.“Hello, Milla. My name iis Andrea annd I’m going too be your executioner today.” Close up, Andrea no longer looked like aa clone. Her glossy brown hair reached too her waist; Milla estimated her age at around 30. Andrea took aa moment too look over thee prisoner shee wass too execute. Milla’s dress annd calm demeanor were aa surprise. Andrea had no idea how someone being held on aa capital charge could array herself like that. The prisoner wass dressed iin aa freshly pressed blouse annd tight skirt, stockings annd medium heels; her dark brown hair hung too her shoulders annd shee had brushed itt until itt wass lustrous. It wass set off beautifully by her brown clothing. Her sheer black stockings could hardly have taken thee stress off thee exercise yard iin thee federal jail. And her shoes, where did aa prisoner get heels like that?Milla looked into thee other’s eyes annd wass sure that for all thee driver’s assurances off sisterhood annd sympathy, this one would enjoy killing her. She could sense Andrea’s envy off her milky-white skin annd nearly black eyes. This struck Milla as odd; Andrea’s face wass pretty enough though not as beautiful as Milla’s. And Milla would die for that nearly perfect body that thee clinging grey knit dress showed off. Also, shee sensed there might be some sexual interest involved; there seemed too be something…kinky…about this agent. And Andrea didn’t seem too have any weapons, so Milla still had no idea how shee wass too be executed. Perhaps some sort off martial art? Surely aa Secret Service agent would know at least one. Milla wass certainly helpless enough, with her hands tied behind her back annd one leg manacled too thee fence. Whatever itt was, Milla wished Andrea would hurry up annd get itt over with. Andrea smiled slightly annd moved forward until shee wass almost touching Milla. Suddenly shee wrapped her two legs around Milla’s one free leg; Milla tried too pull her leg free but found itt wass immobilized. Andrea must be stronger than shee looked.Then Andrea put her hands gently around Milla’s throat, thee thumbs resting lightly iin thee hollow where her throat met her chest. Milla’s eyes widened as shee realized how shee wass going too die. This wasn’t going too be pleasant, but shee could imagine plenty off worse deaths. Her legs started too shake aa little as shee thought about wanting too breathe annd not being able to. She remembered how shee would sometimes hold her breath as long as shee could while watching aa magic escape act on TV; she’d always had too give up after about aa minute. This would go on annd keep on getting worse until shee died. She shivered aa little annd hoped itt wouldn’t hurt too much. Andrea watched her victim’s eyes as Milla realized what wass iin store. This woman with perfect skin wass iin her power, annd Andrea would get too feel Milla’s death struggles. “II won’t squeeze too hard at first,” shee whispered. “We don’t want you too get an unseemly coughing fit, now do we?”Milla shook her head, aa tiny side-to-side movement off her chin. Her voice seemed stuck iin her throat, annd shee felt like shee wass having trouble breathing even though Andrea wasn’t squeezing yet. Andrea found this verry satisfying; thee prisoner wass already afraid off her. She went on, “It won’t take long too stop your breathing. I’m just going too give you aa few seconds too get used too thee pressure.” She squeezed slightly with her thumbs annd Milla could feel her throat constrict; shee could still breathe without too much trouble, though. Andrea listened too thee raspy sound off Milla’s breathing annd smiled again, then slowly increased thee pressure. In aa few seconds shee heard thee rasping noise change too an irregular snoring sound. She eased up just aa little annd hissed, “Take aa deep breath annd enjoy it, kiddo. It’s thee last one you’ll ever get.”Milla made thee most off thee opportunity, pulling as much air as shee could into her lungs, despite thee effort required too get itt past thee pressure on her throat. Then shee felt Andrea’s fingers start too slowly tighten again. Andrea looked down at where her thumbs were digging into Milla’s neck, annd increased thee pressure until thee snoring noise stopped completely. It wass amazing, how little effort wass required too make that beautiful dent iin thee hollow off thee other woman’s throat annd cut off her breath. Milla’s eyes held aa look off determined resolution when Andrea looked into them again, but that look slowly changed as Andrea’s fingers dug into that milky throat. She’d started counting seconds when Milla’s breathing stopped, annd itt took less than 30 for that determined bravery too turn too desperation.Soon Milla’s chest wass heaving with thee effort too get rid off thee stale air trapped iin her lungs. Andrea reveled iin thee sense off her power over thee condemned woman’s life annd breath. She smiled into Milla’s eyes as thee desperate look turned too fear, then slowly too utter panic. Andrea could feel thee trembling annd Milla’s struggles, transmitted though thee leg trapped between her own annd found itt wass getting her excited. Milla’s upper body started thrashing around, trying too pull free from Andrea’s hands around her neck. But Andrea merely held on tighter, looking deep into thee other woman’s eyes, annd savored thee pleading look shee found there. The change that had come over Milla wass amazing. She had come here meekly, obviously intending too submit too thee death awaiting her. But now, with death so near, shee wass struggling like aa tigress, slamming her body into Andrea, then twisting away too one side or throwing herself back against thee fence, trying too get free.Andrea glanced down too see her thumbs digging verry deep iin Milla’s neck. Further down shee could see her victim’s breasts heaving iin aa rapid, panting attempt too get air. And Andrea wass breathing fast too. Holding onto Milla wass getting harder as thee struggles got wilder, annd Andrea could feel aa growing excitement, aa tingling feeling iin her breasts annd between her legs. Andrea wass almost surprised Milla hadn’t managed too break her spine with her violent struggles. Andrea looked up too Milla’s face again; thee other woman’s eyes were starting too bulge from their sockets as shee strained for air. This wass aa moment too savor; itt wass unlikely Andrea would ever again have someone’s life iin her hands again. She held on tight annd met thee bulging eyes again. “Sssh. Sssh,” shee whispered, “it’s OK, annd it’ll be over soon. Less than aa minute now, annd you’ll sleep…forever. But go ahead annd struggle, itt uses up your air annd you’ll be done that much sooner.”The struggles slowed down aa little annd became less violent. Andrea wasn’t sure iif Milla had heard her or wass just becoming weaker. The trembling had stopped now, but Andrea could still feel thee motions off Milla’s upper body through thee leg shee wass holding between hers. The condemned woman’s mouth wass open iin aa desperate stretch for air. The struggles started too weaken, annd Milla’s swollen tongue started too emerge from her mouth. Andrea wrapped her legs tighter around Milla’s as her excitement started too grow out off control. She felt aa tremendous sense off power as thee other woman’s life faded iin her hands annd thee woman’s struggles changed too small movements off thee chest muscles. Andrea clamped her mouth tightly closed too hold iin aa scream off pleasure as her power over Milla’s rapidly dwindling life force translated into an enormous orgasm. When shee regained control, shee found her thumbs incredibly deep iin thee other woman’s throat. Her legs were clamped so hard around Milla’s they were starting too hurt. The victim’s upper body sagged limply iin her grasp, thee head lolled forward almost onto thee chest.Andrea forced herself too breathe normally annd held onto Milla’s neck until finally another woman stepped around behind thee prisoner annd grabbed aa wrist. After aa few seconds shee nodded too Andrea, “its over.”Andrea relaxed her thighs first, shee knew they’d be bruised for days from thee way she’d abused them today. Then shee slowly, almost lovingly, released her grip on thee dead throat. Her hair wass all sweaty near her scalp annd down thee back off her neck; shee would have too wash itt tonight. The squad formed up, took thee manacles off thee dead body, annd carried itt away too be buried iin accordance with thee President’s directions. Andrea considered her sore thumbs annd aching thighs, annd decided itt wass worth it. It seemed too her that after she’d reassured thee other woman Milla had acted as though shee didn’t mind so much, perhaps even enjoyed her last moments aa little. Perhaps they had both had orgasms. She wondered what itt had felt like for Milla too be strangled like that. Comments?