Hell week

Anya! Can we take a break? My head is going to explode!”

“You might as well order some more coffee ISarah, we're staying until you have every last step down.”

Anya watched as Sarah pretended to pout. As her friend and mentor, Anya couldn't allow her extroverted friend to wash out of their apprenticeship. The Executrix profession needed new blood and possibly even the mad exuberance of her friend.

Therefore the Phase II ‘Hell Week’ aka Endurance Testing, of one week and five of the most non traditional invasive procedures needed to go off without a hitch. Anya could be present but Sarah needed to lead. She needed to focus up, her friend could NOT fail!

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On the eve of Penolope Collins last night, she prayed for the first time in nearly a decade. The last couple months of trial and imprisonment were all too real, then nearly a year in cryo before this final week left her feeling detached. 

This wasn't at all how things were supposed to go. Her husband had a flawless plan to fake his own death. They would've lived easy on an island far away. Insurance would've kept her from ever having to worry about her fucking wallet ever again!

But something went horribly wrong. In the resulting investigation their plans came to light and shit hit the fan. They blamed her for his death and now she was set to join him.

“Miss Collins?”, that annoyingly chipper nurse in pink was back. She probably wanted to offer sleeping pills in some misguided plan that only took more minutes of life from her. Penelope wanted a clear head for her remaining time.

“I'm told you're refusing your Last Meal?”, asked Sarah politely.

“Yes, I just don't see the point.”

“I understand, dear. If you change your mind just say something to the nurse in duty right outside.”

Penelope leaned back in her padded cell, and despite her best efforts, fell into a nightmare laced sleep. She awoke covered in sweat as her door clunker and unsealed. Several serious nurses stood alongside Sarah and a wheelchair.

The time to fight passed in the courtroom. Now all she could do is let them dress her in her old civilian clothes, a fashionable blouse and skirt for a woman in her late 20's. Not before having a humiliating medical physical and a series of enemas of course! Ugh she didn't want to share.

Penelope refused the lawyer, chaplain, and shrink. Instead she wallowed in depressive self pity. She did accept a few minutes in the microphone booth however. She apologized for the first and last time for many mistakes. She expressed hope her end would come swiftly and she'd see her Travis again.

Penelope got much more emotional than she'd intended. Sarah offered her some tissue paper and reminded her gently of the time. Shortly they were wheeling her into a Vault Room. At the door Sarah helped force a large, filling mouth guard into Penelope’s mouth. The time for talking was done. 

Penelope shuddered upon seeing the thinly padded table on stage. The nurses surrounded her and helped her stand momentarily. She wobbled but they expertly transferred her up to the edge of the table. At an unknown signal they used surgical scissors to cut away her clothing. Soon all she had left was her bra, panties, and a pair of sensible stockings over her thin pale legs.

Sarah whispered that she was a fan of the ‘socks’ and would allow her to keep them on. 

"How generous!”, Penelope thought derisively. She was already feeling horribly exposed.

To her shock, the table lowered itself until she could easily sit on the wide absorbent pad covering the thin rubber padding. The assisting nurses carefully removed her chains and cuffs, then took control of one of her limbs each as they sat her down and tilted her back. The table was very modern and completely adjustable.

It supported her weight effortlessly and even had an encompassing headrest that collapsed down to also support her neck. The multitude of padded leather restraints now being wrapped around her limbs were probably non standard. The biggest surprise was when her legs separated into two gynecological stirrups. She was more exposed than ever!

She could feel all their eyes on her behind their surgical masks. Her face burned with humiliation. Tears ran down either side of her head. She couldn't believe what her life had come to.

Sarah hovered on the platform, checking the plastic wrapped tray of sterile instruments she'd ordered. She could feel Anya's gaze just as keenly as Assistant Director Cain's, her evaluator. She thought she'd be more nervous, but gosh darn it, Anya had drilled her well enough to be confident.

Sarah smirked behind her mask at her patient's embarrassment. At this Facility dignity was often the first thing to go.

“Okay Miss Collins,” Sarah whispered. “I'm going to put a bracing clamp on your head here and a strap over your mouth. This'll help with stability. You're going to feel a little pinch as Nurse Steven's puts in such a large catheter but it's better than passing all over right?”

Penelope could only grunt her understanding as she felt the soft but tight foam lined grip of the clamp on either side of her skull. The mouth plate and strap was also soft but uncomfortably seated the mouth guard more fully. Her wrists and arms were already strapped at a slight angle to her sides and therefore had very little range of movement.

Still, she couldn't help but fidget and try to stretch and wiggle her fingers and ties. The lights overhead were muted and her eyes wandered over the tiles. The catheter felt like a garden hose up her urethra but once it was inflated she focused on the distinct relief of her bladder emptying. Her nerves were so taut her bladder was feeling borderline spastic before.

“Okay dear, we're going to raise you up a little until it's almost a tilted seat. That way you will be able to not only follow along but also see your witnesses in the viewing booth. I'm going to do you the favor of leaving a surgical sheet over you until we begin for being so cooperative.”

Sure enough the table pushed just her upper half forward and soon she was looking at a heavy black curtain against clean grey walls. Then the curtains began to slowly part.

All the memories of her trial came flooding back. All the people who helped and hindered her. And… oh no! Was that her sister and niece?! No! They can't remember her like this!

Sarah waited patiently and gave Collins a few minutes to repent and say goodbye. Then, “Pee-Nel-Oh-Pee Collins! I have the final signed warrant for your execution. I, Sarah Hayes, will be your Executrix today. You have been convicted of multiple counts of Fraud and Capitol Manslaughter. You have been sentenced to death and the local council has decided upon the Excision methodology.”

Penelope closed her eyes as her trussed up body was revealed.

“Don't worry about the Collins, it's just you and me now. I swear we'll do this right.”, whispered Sarah.

The overhead lights dialed up their brightness as Sarah cut away Penelope’s panties. Her vagina had a very light fuzz of public hair, nothing to worry about. 

In a louder voice Sarah began to dictate, “Okay, first I'm going to insert this device into your rectum, it is well lubricated so just relax and let it glide in.”

Penelope cringed and bit down as the cold phallic device mechanically pushed a few inches into her rectum. Her anus was the most sore and each heartbeat made the device's unnatural presence clear.

Sarah fiddled with something until it felt like a thousand tiny itching insects covered the entire lining of her rectal tissue. It wasn't painful per se but it was very uncomfortable. Penelope watched the assisting nurses wrap Sarah in shiny black rubber overalls, her pink scrubs barely visible. She also pulled on fresh latex gloves.

“Okay Miss Collins, this'll help move things along, try not to fight it.”

Penelope's whole body jumped as Sarah pressed a powerful sonic wand up under the base of her lady button. Her tensed body responded unwillingly and the soft circling motion under Sarah's expert hand told of intimate knowledge of what she was doing.

Penelope felt her body heat up, she felt her labia and clit swell with need. She made the mistake of flicking her eyes up and making eye contact with the audience, with her young niece, who watched Aunt Penelope get forcefully masturbated with wide eyes. Could she die of shame now?

Penelope’s vagina juiced up in overdrive after months of denial. Sarah waited patiently before continuing,” Okay Miss Collins, take a few deep breaths, I'm going to begin the Drawing Phase. The Extractor in your rectum has fully seated hundreds of tiny titanium alloy barbed hooks. And as I start it up…” Penelope felt a deep bass thrum through her deepest depths before feeling as if she were taking the world's most unhealthy dump. God! It hurts so bad!

Sarah turned up the wand and continued through the increasingly pained moans. “The Extractor will now invert your anus and steadily pull out your large and small intestines via your rectum, until your stomach resides on your pelvic floor with your bladder. I'm sure you'll note the pain comes from the prolapsing anus and anchored rectum, while the intestines only seem to cause intense discomfort.”

The distracting pleasure of the wand was totally overshadowed by the abject horror of feeling and seeing the process of literally shitting her guts out. Unpleasant smells and all, despite the enemas.

“Try to keep in mind this is a punishment and execution Miss Collins. Now, my assistant is going to clamp your labia and pull it over toward your thigh here and my cantering scalpel will…,” Penelope lost track of the words.

The smell of hot metal, blood, and a hint of feces, was quickly overcome by the intense scent of frying bacon as Sarah methodically cut off each of Penelope’s engorged labia.

“I know the pain is really intense right now but stay with me.”

Intense was a laughable understatement as Sarah mutilated Penelope. She could close her eyes and scream but the burning of her flesh followed by the cold feeling of loss pounded at her mind. Her muscles strained against the heavy leather restraints but there was little she could do.

Then, she again made the mistake of looking at the audience. Her hated prosecutor looked ill and her sister wept bitterly. But it was her poor niece that sat frozen as Sarah removed the rest of her vulva and forced a device up her gaping cave. The device went in fairly shallow and rolled back and forth over her G Spot. It heated up like a branding iron and utterly burned away the large nerve cluster.

As Sarah pulled the device, she activated an electrical shock directly through the wand. Penelope’s remaining womanhood spasmed violently. Clear fluid sprayed from within to join the collective effluvia on Sarah's overalls. Then she did the unthinkable at the height of the forced orgasm. Using surgical scissors she cut away the throbbing clitoral organ snipping in tiny increments before using the iron to cauterize the remains. The organ joined her labia and half her intestines in the medical waste bin below with a small splat.

Penelope’s brain short circuited, it just couldn't process all the trauma. Her eyes rolled maddeningly. Sarah scooped and recauterized the rest of her love button while her belly quickly took on the aspect of an extreme anorexic.

Penelope’s face turned dark red as she shrieked mindlessly into her gag. Her nose bled a little at the pressure until she began to hyperventilate and aspirated some of the blood. She was in shock as Sarah set aside her tools, checked a readout and clamped the intestine before shutting down the Extractor.

Sarah expressed her gratitude to the audience for Penelope agreeing to be an organ donor. Then she made major autopsy incisions and Excised Penelope’s organs. Kidneys were easy with the gut out of the way. Penelope began to suffocate in earnest as her blood pressure plummeted and her bones were ratcheted aside to reveal heart, liver, and lungs.

Notably, Penelope’s brain waves remained detectable as they excised her liver. It wasn't until they were halfway through scooping out her second eyeball that she finally departed. The heart and lungs were last being the most vulnerable to storage issues.

Penelope Collins' body was cremated and her urn sits prominently in her niece's living room. A place of honor alongside a plethora of grateful letters and photos from all the receivers of her aunt's generous ‘donations’.