u/Ts-Jen

I've spent ages choosing my outfit. Eventually, I settle on a black tank top, jeans shorts and high heeled flipflops. I want to show off my long legs and cute feet. I take my bag and go out. It's my first date as a transwoman. I'm nervous but really excited. I feel so sexy as my heels clack in the street. I take the bus to the centre and dangle my shoes off my scarlet toes through the ride.

I enter the coffee shop and my date is already there. He rises to greet me and we hug. He buys coffee and a slice of Pride cake. It's just a regular sponge cake but they've coloured it to make a rainbow to celebrate Pride month. I like it. As he tells me about his DJ aspirations his phone vibrates. His face is ashen. "Are you ok?" I ask. He shows me his screen.

Happy Pride Month! You have been selected for fuckstop duty. Report to your nearest fuckstop within an hour. Failure to comply will result in the erasure of your family. Enjoy your death.

He seems dazed. I let him process that he is now a toy for someone's pleasure. I slip my sandal off my right foot and run my toes up his leg to his groin. "Babe, you need to go". "What do I do?" He's scared. I run my toes over his crotch. "You go to the fuckstop, you take your clothes off, you put your neck in the guillotine and get your sweet ass fucked babe". It's not a difficult concept. "I don't want to die," he whimpers. I put my foot back in my sandal. I stand up and take his hand. "Come on," I say brightly. He stands and we walk out together holding hands. We walk to the fuckstop in silence. When we arrive he stops, he's shaking. "Be brave. It will all be over soon." I tell him. Honestly, how many women receive the notification every day and just accept it? I kiss him. Our tongues dance together. I pull away. He trudges in the Toys entrance.

I vape for a minute or two outside. I go in the customer entrance. I see 10 guillotines. Two are filled by cis women a blonde with big tits and an older black woman. My date occupies the one furthest away. I'm glad that he has found the courage to put his neck in the lunnette. I help myself to lube and walk to him. My heels clack on the floor. I take my shorts off. I masturbate with one hand and apply lube to his hole with the other. He tenses as I slide a finger up him. When I'm sufficiently erect I line my girly cock up against his hole and push. He moans and whimpers. I pound him with all my might. As I cum I press the button. The blade falls and severs his head from his body. His head falls into the basket. I pull out of him. I dress and leave.

On the bus home I think of my friends who have lost their heads and wonder when my turn will come. My phone vibrates.

As a long time supporter of the death penalty, I feel a perverse pleasure when the Warden informs me that my execution will be carried out in 7 days. Having been in solitary confinement since I was sentenced last month, I've been quite bored. Sitting in a room without any windows replaying the murders you committed in your head is fun but eventually the novelty wears off. I hear that I will be hanged alongside two other women in a triple hanging and that I will be transported to a different prison the night before I die.

Alone, in my cell I realise that I'm looking forward to my execution. I knew I would probably get caught. I knew I'd probably be sentenced to death. I didn't care. I wanted to get my revenge on the bastards who violated me and I did. My neck is a small price to pay for revenge.

The next few days pass quickly. I request and receive red nail polish. I paint my fingers and toes a deep shade of red. I am allowed to shower and I dress in a plain black t-shirt, light blue jeans and black Tevas sandals. The guards cuff my hands and take me to the van. We drive to a prison in the next city. They take me to a small room and leave me alone for 10 minutes.

When they come back I see the other ladies who I will die beside. Both are famous murderers. At least I know that my death will be on the national news. The nurse who killed her patients has long blonde hair and is dressed like me in a dark t-shirt, jeans and flat sandals. The other is a famous rap artist who killed her manager. She's wearing gladiator sandals with leggings and a tank top. Their hands are cuffed behind their backs, just like me. The guards pinion our arms and legs.

We walk slowly in our bindings. When we are outside, I see the gallows for the first time. It's a basic, open structure so the journalists will be able to get a good photo of us. We climb the stairs carefully and take our places in front of the nooses. I position my feet confidently on the trapdoor next to the rapper in the middle with the nurse next to her. The hangman, a nondescript man in dark suit, puts the rope around her neck in a quick and businesslike way. He does the same for the rapper who is clearly terrified. She's hyperventilating and scrunching her toes. He fixes the noose around my neck. I look at the journalists and official witnesses. I'm glad they're here. What would be the point of hanging by your neck if nobody watches? The hangman pulls a hood over the nurses head and does the same to the rapper. When it's my turn I say "no thank you". He doesn't acknowledge me but leaves me without a hood. I want the world to see that I'm not afraid. The journalists are snapping photos.

The hangman pulls the lever. The trapdoors open. We plunge, feet first through them. I feel like I'm flying. The wind feels cool on my toes. Aaagh! A sharp pain stabs through my neck. The boiled hemp has halted my fall. My neck is broken. My feet twitch once and then go still. The other ladies are also still. Their necks have been broken. The reporters snap their photos of us.

We are left hanging on the gallows for the regulation hour. In that time, someone has uploaded a video of the execution to various websites. If I could read the comments, I'd be pleased with how much people enjoyed it and that they thought I had cute toes.

The rain is pouring down outside the prison. The storm is howling. Inside the death cell we are are chatting and making our minds up about how we will pay for our crimes. We can choose between hanging by the neck, beheading or the electric chair.

"Which is quickest?" Sophie asked running her fingers through her blonde hair. "Beheading probably" answers Mel. "You just kneel down, close your eyes and wait for the chop. You hardly feel it." "Is that your choice then?" I ask. "Oh God no! It would be a shame to deny my fans the sight of these dawgs kicking" she laughs wiggling her bare toes. She had been an Only Fans foot model and had a bottle of emerald green nail polish in her hand. I had agreed to do all the girls' pedicures so I knelt down and got to work. "They'd never be able to string my ass up off the ground!" Joss says with a laugh. She's obese and it would be hard to hang her. "Im gonna ride the lightning!" I have finished painting Mel's toes and I move on to painting Joss' in a scarlet shade. "You have such a slender neck Sophie. If I were you, I'd have my head chopped off. It's as quick and painless as an execution can be." I lift her foot to my lips and kiss the top of her foot. "We'll be there to support you through it " Sophie appears to be calmer as I paint her toenails white. "I'll choose the chair" I say as Mel paints my toes a light blue. "I want to feel something when I die." There's a flash of lightning. We wri our choices down on the form provided and give it to the guard.

We spent our last night bringing eachother to as many orgasms as we could. I loved having my head between Joss' thighs licking her ebony pussy and tasting her while Sophie tried to forget about losing her head by rimming me. Mel got on her knees and sucked my girlcock until I came in her mouth and she swallowed. "I've never sucked a transwoman before. I'm so glad I have before I swing." She kisses me on my forehead. Joss has finished plaiting Sophie's hair. We go to sleep.

It's a beautiful sunny day when we wake up. We shower together and put on our orange jumpsuits. We slide our feet into flipflops. Although it's mandatory to go barefoot at the point of death, we can wear them for the final walk. The guards come and cuff our wrists and ankles. They lead us out of our cell to the prison courtyard where invited guests are waiting. There's a stage at one end and a gallows at the other. The Governor is standing on the stage with a man who is holding a big sword. The Governor calls Sophie's name. The Guards remove her chains. Sophie hugs each of us. She walks slowly up the stairs. She slides her feet out of her flipflops and kneels down. The Governor asks if she has any last words. Sophie shakes her head, lays her hands flat on her thighs and closes her eyes. The executioner position her plait away from her neck. Sophie looks so pretty. He lifts the sword so it's level with Sophie's delicate neck. He delivers the blow against the side of her neck, slicing through the skin and bone. Sophie's head flies through the air and lands on the stage. Blood is spurting out of the stump where her neck was. Her body slumps forwards. The crowd claps. A nice round of applause for the executioner who lifts Sophie's head for everyone to see.

It's Mel's turn. The guards walk her to the gallows. She slips off her sandals at the bottom of the stairs and walks up the stairs as best she can with her ankles shackled. She takes her place on the trapdoor. The Governor asks if she has any last words. "Yes. Thank you all for coming to see me off. Thanks Johnny for coming to film me and upload the video to my OF. Jen, Joss and Sophie have been the best people to die with. Have a great death babes! Now, do you want my dawgs chained up or do you want to see me kick?!"she shouts. The crowd starts chanting "kick, kick kick" so the guard unshackles her ankles. Mel scrunches and wiggles her toes. Her hands are still cuffed in front. "Mr Hangman please noose me". The hangman puts the rope around Mel's neck and tightens it moving her auburn hair so it doesn't get caught in the noose. He holds the lever for a second and pulls it. Mel drops about 15 centimetres before the noose jerks her body. True to her promise she thrashes around on the rope. Her bare feet kick wildly. Her emerald toes scrunch and wiggle. Mel's porcelain skin is turning purple and her face is contorted. Her feet are kicking intermittently now. She keeps going for another minute before her chest heaves, she brings her knees up to her chest and she dies. Mel's beautiful bare feet dangle, swaying gently. Even with her neck stretched, she is gorgeous.

We are taken to a cell next to the death chamber where the electric chairs are. They unchain us. We are sitting barefoot and I notice Joss is staring at my feet. "See something you like?" I ask. She takes my foot and kisses it. She licks my soles and sucks on my toes. She does the same with my other foot. Her lips and tongue feel like heaven. I get on my knees for her and eat her pussy. She cums with my tongue lapping against her clit when the guards enter. They give us a bottle of lube and two butt plugs. I assume the position and Joss inserts the plug tenderly in my ass. I do the same for her. We get dressed and walk into the death chamber. There are rows of chairs with an aisle in the middle. There are four gurneys at the back. Sophie is lying on one with her head placed above her neck stump. Mel is in the other. I think of how much the hanging must have hurt when I see the red welts on her neck. Both have a tag on their upturned big toes on their left feet. They have beautiful soles.

Joss and I walk down the aisle to the electric chairs. We hug and kiss eachother briefly. Then we sit down. The guards strap up in. Straps go round my middle, my wrists, my ankles and my throat. Then the metal hat is attached to my head. Underneath my feet is a sheet of metal. It's a good thing that we're barefoot because it should let the electricity flow through us faster. I scrunch my toes as the Governor asks us for our final words. "JUST THROW THE SWITCH!" Joss shouts. They do. I feel a wave of pins and needles rush through my body. I'm jiggling without control. My toes feel like they're controlled by a puppeteer. I know Joss is feeling the same thing. It stops. I exhale and look at Joss. She's done. Her body is sagging. The current is back. We dance in our chairs again. My chest hurts. My girlcock is fully erect and I think I'm going to cum or my heart will burst. I see a blinding light.

They turn the juice on one last time but Joss and I are dead. Our bodies are moved to the empty gurneys. Tags are put on our toes. The evening news runs a story about our executions.

All the teachers were gathered in the staff room. We were waiting for the headteacher's speech. "What the fuck is the point of this? I have planning to do!" Isobel complained. I agreed with her as the headteacher entered. He began his speech by thanking us for our hard work through the year and then moved onto the school's recent inspection. "As you know, we have been put into special measures and I can confirm that the school is joining the Gold Academy Group. They don't want to retain any members of staff. They are equally concerned by the financial issues that we have had. In order to raise money, we will hold a Snuff Day." He paused as we took in what he'd said. "We will sell tickets for the event. You are required to submit yourselves for beheading on Friday 10th July. Thank you for your service. I shall be retiring at the end of the year but I know we can make this a success for the children who must come first." He left the staff room quickly.

I wasn't thrilled at the prospect of losing my head and my life for my job but I wasn't as angry as Isobel. "I've had that trip to Spain booked for six months! Now, instead of sipping sangria, I'll be headless in the playground!" She was fuming. "I want to be lying on a sunbed not a guillotine ". "Oh I suspect they'll use an axe and a chopping block. Hiring a guillotine would be too expensive," Mavis said. As she was the deputy headteacher and the oldest, I assumed she was correct.

The day is here. Until now, I had avoided thinking about it. I dry myself after my shower. I do my makeup so I look pretty. I put my cage on my cock and lock it. I'm wearing my white sleeveless maxi dress and I slip my feet into my black flipflops. I admire my French tip pedi. I don't really want to die but it's happening and I want to look my best. I kiss my boyfriend before I leave the house. A long and passionate kiss, appropriate for our last time.

Arriving at the school, I see the block. There is a platform in the playground and steps up to it. The block is wooden with a scoop cut out for our necks and shoulders. I go in and walk straight to the staff room as we were instructed.

We sit around and drink coffee. We wait for midday then we walk out to the playground. We take our seats. We are sitting away from the paying audience. I sit next to Isobel. The Headteacher makes a short speech to the crowd who are here to watch a group of women die. "Without any further ado, OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!"

Mavis is first up. She is dressed for the occasion in a black dress with a white trim, thick black tights and patent leather shoes. She walks steadily to the block and groans as she kneels. Mavis grips the block tightly and thrusts her neck onto the crevasse with her bony chin resting on the edge. The headsman is a big man with bulging muscles. He lifts the axe up and brings it down on the back of Mavis' neck. Her head falls into the basket. The crowd applauds.

Next is Sophie. She's a curvy girl, just like me. Her long blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail. Her black t-shirt says fuck off in white letters expressing her displeasure at having her head cut off. She walks slowly to the block and kneels down. Her large ass is high in the air and looks amazing in those jeans. I think she's nervous because she's scrunching and unscrunching her red painted toes inside her black Tevas sandals. The axe falls and so does her head.

Nicola, wearing a tracksuit and trainers, makes her way up. She doesn't like the idea of putting her neck on the block with Sophie and Mavis' blood on it. She crouches and starts untying her trainers. She takes them off and removes her socks. Nicola wipes the block down and drops her bloodied socks into the basket where Sophie and Mavis' heads are. She kneels and puts her neck on the block. I have a wonderful view of her bare soles that twitch when her head is severed.

Then Isobel puts her hand on my arm. I turn my head and she kisses me full on the lips. Our tongues play together and the audience cheers. She pulls away. "I've wanted to do that for a while". She leaves me breathless and walks to the block. Isobel looks amazing in her black bikini. It was her way of protesting missing her holiday. Isobel blows me a kiss and assumes the position. She's digging her toes in so her flipflops are falling away from her feet. If I'd known she liked me, I would have taken her to have a threesome and sucked her beautiful toes. The headsman does his job and Isobel's headless body slides down the block. He lays her body out beside the others.

It's just me and Shanikwa now. She's wearing dark formal trousers and a red blouse that looks amazing on her black skin. Her high heeled sandals clack on the platform. She makes the sign of the cross and rests her neck on the block. She puts her hands behind her back and closes her eyes. Thunk! The axe takes her head off.

My turn.

I stand up. I walk to the platform. I feel really horny. The sound of my flipflops against my soles turns me on. I slip them off and walk up the stairs. I don't want to fall or slip in my friend' blood. I look at the audience and I kneel. The block is chipped but slick with blood that feels warm against my throat when I position myself on the block. I wait for death and look into the basket. The blow falls on the back of my neck. I feel weightless. My head tumbles off and lands between Shanikwa's and Isobel's.

After the beheadings, our bodies were cremated and our ashes were returned to our families.

It was the first time Maisie had left the house socially in the 9 months since giving birth. Her daughter had arrived in September and Maisie had named her Jen after her friend. She had had the privilege of stringing her friend up and thought of her every time she said her daughter's name. Maisie and her friends were drinking wine to calm themselves. Mary, Alexandra and Maisie had gone to the first Termination Event of the month to watch a man and two women burn at the stake for being LGBT. The experience horrified them. The blistered skin, popping fat and charred bone made them feel sick. The government had warned that LGBT people who did not obey the summons to hang at a Termination Event would burn. Yesterday, a law was passed requiring single mothers to find a husband within a year of giving birth or hang at an Event.

"That was horrible. Much better to be hung." Mary said matter of factly. "Hanged" Maisie corrected her. "People are hanged, pictures are hung". "Well, you're the expert" Mary conceded. Maisie knew all there was to know about hanging after stretching so many necks as a hangwoman. Her boyfriend, and father of her child, her friend Jen and many more had died in nooses that Maisie had put around their necks. Alexandra was silent. She had already received her summons that she must attend a Termination Event this month as her 12 months from childbirth hadn't involved getting married. "What do you think Alex?" Mary asked. "I think I'm going to hang next week. I'm so scared." Alexandra began to cry. Mary comforted her, nearly hitting Maisie in the face with her swinging dreadlocks. "You'll look gorgeous on the gallows hun" Mary said before getting an idea. "We all have less than 3 months so why don't we get hanged together?"

They had all gone to Maisie's house for their final night. They planned to have a girlie night in and we're showing eachother the outfits they would die in. The weather forecast was for 30° Celsius and sunny. Perfect weather for a public hanging. Alexandra had chosen white 3/4 length cigarette trousers and a lacy, black top. Mary was wearing an African tribal dress and Maisie discovered that her wedding dress, that she hadn't got to wear, still fit her. "What shoes are you wearing with it?" Mary asked. "I never got around to buying any because Max got hanged before I found a pair I liked" Maisie said noticing that Alexandra was staring at her feet. "You have really pretty feet" Alexandra said as she knelt down at Maisie's feet and kissed them. As kissing became licking, then toe sucking and complete foot worship, Mary said "Alex your feet are gorgeous too. Why don't we all go to the rope without shoes? "Many people die in their bare feet " Maisie said. With their outfits decided, the ladies spent most of the night fucking eachother.

They woke up in eachother's arms. After a light breakfast, they dressed and pushed their prams to the park. They left their children at the social services station and made their way to the gallows. On arrival, Maisie slipped off her Toms that she wore without socks, Mary slipped her feet out of her bejewelled flipflops and Alexandra removed her trainers and her socks to reveal her purple painted toes. "I chose this colour so my toes will match my face" She explained. Maisie had had a French pedicure and Mary's toes were white that popped against her black skin. "Let's get these piggies dancing!" Mary said. The ladies walked to the police officer at the bottom of the stairs and got their hands cuffed behind their backs.

They climbed the stairs carefully. The boards felt rough under Maisie's bare soles. She was standing between the others with a noose in front of her face. She thought about Jen and Max as the hangman pulls the rope over her head and around her neck. Her breathing quickened as it's made tighter. She looks at Mary. She was smiling as if she couldn't wait to start swinging. Maisie looks at Alexandra who gives her a nervous smile. The hangman pulls the lever. Maisie drops and feels the rope stops her fall. Her feet are dancing wildly. Mary is bucking like she's fucking in mid air, her neck is stretching as she writhes much to the crowd's delight. Maisie can't breathe. Alexandra held herself perfectly still following the drop, keeping her toes pointed but she begins to kick delicately. Her face is going red. Maisie's vision is starting to narrow. She's unaware of Mary's dance ending and the piss running off her beautiful toes. Alexandra is still dancing, drawing pretty patterns with her white trousers and toes that are starting to match her face. Everything is going black for Maisie. She thinks of Jen and Max as she pisses herself and gives a last heave. Alexandra is still now. All three ladies have made the crowd happy. Now they dangle with their stretched necks and bare feet swaying in the morning breeze.