Girls Special Day Out. (part 1.)

You could tell straight away that it was going to be a busy day. The girl standing in front of me seemed slightly out of place and I could tell that she was nervous, though had obviously tried to make the best of things. A pretty powder blue pencil line skirt and suit jacket made her seem more relaxed than her stance, though, as I looked at her, she tugged slightly nervously at her Bra strap where it had fallen a little down the sleeve of her cream blouse.

“Its Okay,” I said to her. “I’m Linda.” I smiled to put her at her ease and was relieved when she seemed to relax a little.

“Mandy” she said. She managed to get her Bra strap up onto her shoulder and smiled. “I’m a little,” she paused and looked down the line of other girls who were standing in front of her waiting. There were five of them in all, so that with Mandy and me that made seven. You could tell that they expected a busy day as I noticed that David had been earmarked as the assistant. I knew him, an odd sort of snappy guy in some ways but he was good at what he did and if there were a lot of girls waiting, David was the best man for the job. As I watched him however, at that time at least, he seemed to be still struggling with his new “Uniform”; smart Black court shoes with black lace top stockings, matching Bra and panties and a really lovely chemise edged in black lace.

“Looking pretty David,” I called out to him as he was pulling his knickers up. I knew that it would annoy him; that he disliked the idea of being dressed as a girl but that the central committee had already decided that anyone involved in the execution of girls should be made to wear a “uniform” that would make them more ‘understanding’ of their victims.

“Yes well, I guess that’s true of some of us at least Linda, he called back but whilst he seemed to be disparaging of us girls his own knickers were crotchless and as he pulled them up, it was clear that something at least had made him a little more fervent, or at least his penis was.

“You like” I said and twirled a bit so that he could see me better. “I’d chosen a similar look in a way; black baby doll nightie with a matching black robe and tiny black panties. I could see that Mandy was rather embarrassed by my twirl and I reached out and touched her arm.

“Its OK Mand,” I said reassuringly. Look there’s seven of us and its already nearly one o’clock. Everyone goes in turn, so that assuming an hour per girl, you’ve got ages yet sweetie,“ I said I looked down at the crotch of her skirt. “Maybe you should,” I suggested nodding towards her skirt but she didn’t seem to understand and for a while our attention was drawn to the head of the line.

“But they’re going to kill us,” she said. It was obvious that the thought terrified her.

The girl just in front of her turned ‘round to look at Mandy. “I know, just because I’m gay too,” the girl said. “You?” she asked but it was obviously too much for Mandy and she began to cry.

“Come on Hun, its not that bad,” she said. “Karen,” she introduced herself. “That poor cows straight up” she added pointing to the girl who was first in the line.

The girl was already half undressed and we watched as she put her dress into the bin that David was holding in front of her.

“Knickers and Bra,” he said to her. The girl looked down at her underwear.

It was obvious that she didn’t want to take it off but that was the world we lived in.

Ever since the Sexual Perversions Act any Girl who was gay or engaged in any form of Lesbian or other action which they deemed as sexual deviance or whose Husband had determined was “not inclined to normal sexuality” was automatically condemned to be killed. All it required was a report and the woman or girl was picked up and allocated a death spot. All girls under the age of 21 were “exempted” until their twenty first birthday. It was all a part of the reaction by the committee for normal decency about ten years beforehand and the same treatment was also allocated to any Male homosexual, though by and large thy tended to deal with Men and Women separately.

Today was a girls Day.

“Knickers and Bra,” David said again. I could tell he was a little annoyed. “The sooner you do, the sooner we can do you,” he explained. “All girls must be naked unless you have an official sanction,” he added.

“What’s the problem here?” The executioner asked. Coming down the stairs of the gallows which was in front of us, she seemed worked up, angry that there seemed to be a delay; even at that stage.

“Won’t take her panties off” David said. He looked over the Girls body and smiled. Even from a distance Linda could see that he was already aroused, his now stiff penis lifting the fabric of his skirt. Seeing him Linda wondered how he’d cope with the regulations that were proposed for next year that all Male assistants were to have their Penis’s docked or to have a vagina constructed in in its place. She reckoned he’d do it. David liked killing girls, particularly if he could feel their necks first; before he strangled them.

“Come of lovely; now you know the rules. All panties off,” she said. She looked down at the girl’s knickers but saw the little pink heart on the front of the white panties. “21 today”, it read. She reached over and touched the girl’s arm. “You twenty-one lovely?” she asked her.

The girl was already crying, her mascara running down her face. She could feel her legs trembling even as she looked at the woman in front of her. It felt cold and looking over a bit it seemed odd that they would erect the gallows on the side of a road. She could see some of the morning traffic on the dual carriageway and a group of boys had gathered on the other side of the turn in to watch them. One of them already had his trousers down and was playing with himself.

The gallows were simply the back of the lorry opened up to reveal its purpose. “If she’s just twenty-one she can keep her knickers on, you know that David. Maybe I should just do you today at the end. Save all that trouble we had with Linda anyway,” she said. The Executioner turned back to the young girl.

“Just your Bra Honey.” She slowly ran her finger around the edge of the girls knickers. “You can keep them on,” she ruled. “Your Dad or anyone here for you?” she asked her. “It’s a special day, so to help you a little. Maybe even your Mum if she got an exemption on sympathetic grounds” The girl looked down towards her feet. “No. they had to work,” she explained.

“Oh, it’s just that under the rules your Dad or brother maybe could have helped you because your still so young,” the executioner said softly. Again her fingers ran slowly over the girls panties, slipping slightly towards her crotch, even as the girl unhooked the fasteners on her bra and allowed it to slip forward, exposing her breasts.

“You okay lovely?” she asked the girl. “Paula, I’m Paula,” the girl said. “I feel really odd. I’m so scared. I know that your going to kill me.” For a moment her eyes clouded again and she seemed to panic. “I don’t want to die. I never even, not really. With the other girls,” she tried to explain “but I’m so excited too,” she admitted. Her thighs trembled and she deliberately let her legs open a bit, even as her executioner reached down and pulled the gusset of the girl’s panties to one side. She pushed her finger into the girl. “You’re very wet Paula,” she said. “Would you like me to help you?” she asked her. “It might help you to be more at peace with what’s going to happen to you. Think of it as a special day for you if you want,” she suggested.

The girl handed her bra to David and nodded. “Would you?” she asked. She could feel the woman’s finger as it began to push at the lips of her Vagina. It was as if it ‘popped’ as it entered her and the woman’s finger felt suddenly very hot and sticky; like with some of the other girls did sometimes in the toilets. She nodded. “Yes” she said.

“Come on, lets get your hands tied,” the executioner said. The girl turned round and David began to tie her hands firmly behind her back; pulling on them slightly to make sure that they were firmly in place. As he did so, all the time the executioner continued to let her finger rest just inside the girl. “You’re very wet, Paula,” she said. “You sure you’ve never had another girl?” she asked her.

Paula sort of smiled, smirked a bit. “Not actually miss,” she said. “Will you touch my tits as well” she asked.

“Come on young lady, lets get you going,”

to be continued