Executing Nicole
By Patricia Brown
When I heard that I had been selected by the passive members of the Thrill Killers’ Club to take Nicole’s life, I was convinced that it was all a big, fat joke. I decided to play along, just to see how far ‘Iliana’, or whatever her real name is, would take it. I accepted the challenge, and agreed that they could bring the girl to my house that very same afternoon, convinced that a TV crew would show up with big, fat smiles on their faces, and ‘reveal’ to me that I was on Candid Camera.
It was a hot and sunny summer afternoon, and I was dressed up in my prettiest little dress, a tight, red thing that only covers the bare essentials. I had had my hair done, and had fixed myself up with makeup. I wanted to look good for the camera.
When the doorbell rang, my heart started pounding. I opened the door, actually convinced that a TV crew would shove a camera in my face. I was extremely surprised to see a young man standing outside, and a bit behind him, the beautiful, young blonde that I had seen pictures of and led to believe was called ‘Nicole’.
“Hi, my name is Frank. This is Nicole. I believe you were expecting her?” He said and gestured casually towards the young female. I looked around. I could see no cameras, only an old, blue car that was parked in the driveway. It didn’t even have toned windows or anything. There was nowhere that you could hide a camera.
“Yes. Do you work for Iliana?” I asked, trying to hide my confusion.
“I do indeed.” He said and leaned closer to me. He lowered his voice so that Nicole couldn’t hear what he said. “I told her that you are a skilled photographer, and that you want to make her famous.”
“Yea?” I mumbled, for lack of anything intelligent to say, while my eyes still surveyed the scenery behind Frank and Nicole, wondering where on earth they could be hiding that camera.
“Yea!” He replied, took a small package from his bag and shoved it into my hands. It was heavy for its size. “It’s a gun with a silencer. It’s your choice how you want to do her, but you know, just in case she gives you any trouble.”
“OK.” I replied, certain that he was bullshitting me – but still I could not spot any cameras.
“I’ll be off then.” He said in his regular voice, and stepped down the small flight of stairs that lead up to the door. “Nicole, this is Patricia. Patricia, this is Nicole. I’ll leave you two alone.”
He hurried back to his car, leaving me with the young woman, who was standing in the driveway, looking up at me with a slightly shy and confused expression in her pretty brown eyes.
“Hi Nicole. Do you want to come inside?” I asked and gave her a warm smile. I couldn’t quite understand what was going on, but assumed that the people who were playing me might have chosen to carry the joke a bit further. Maybe they were waiting for me to make a big fool of myself, before they revealed themselves.
“Yes ma’am.” Nicole said. Her voice was very sweet, actually, and she still looked so shy and insecure. Maybe it was all an act, I wondered, but then I came up with an idea to blow the whole thing, without me having to make myself look all too silly. If she was in on the game, she would obviously be wired. She had to be carrying a microphone and maybe a hidden camera, but I would soon find out!
I opened the door fully, and she walked up the stairs and into the hall. As she passed me in the doorway, I felt her scent – she was wearing a perfume that smelled of peach and flowers, and it was mixed with the fresh, moist scent of the young girls sweat. It was quite appealing. I closed the door behind her, still with the small package in my hand – maybe that contained the microphone, I though - and led her into the main living room.
“Wow, you have a beautiful house.” She said, while gawking at my furniture and the paintings on the walls. She was obviously impressed.
“Thank you.” I said, still determined to blow the whole deal. I pulled the curtains to the two big windows and turned towards Nicole. “Now, before we start, I’m going to have to ask you to take your clothes off. I have to see how you are proportioned.”
“OK.” She replied, and without any hesitation she started to undress. I walked over to one of the couches, sat down, put the package on the lounge table in front of me and watched the girl take her clothes off.
Nicole didn’t waste any time. She pulled off her short, white tank top, revealing a set of perfectly shaped, firm young breasts. She was not wearing a bra. Then she pulled down her jeans, kicked off her sneakers, before stepping out of the jeans. She was now standing in the middle of my living room, wearing nothing but white ankle socks and small white panties! There was no sign of wires anywhere. I was amazed. It had to be the package then.
“Very well. Just wait there a moment.” I said and turned my attention towards the small package. It was rectangular, about the size of a brick, and wrapped in thick brown paper, held together by a piece of string. I undid the string and unwrapped the paper. Inside was a yellow cardboard box. I opened the lid, just a bit. As Nicole was standing in front of me, the lid hid the contents of the box from her view. This was very good indeed as the box contained a small, black gun with a silencer attached to the barrel.
“Oh my God!” I gasped, unable to keep a straight face. I had never seen a gun before. Not up close and personal anyway.
“What is it?” Nicole asked, while starring curiously at the box.
I didn’t answer her immediately. My mind was racing. Could it be for real? It certainly looked like a real gun. Maybe it wasn’t all a joke? Maybe all that Iliana had told me was true? I hadn’t seen any cameras and microphones anywhere. I felt goose bumps spread on my arms and neck and a cold tickling sensation down my back. Maybe it was for real. Maybe it was all for real! But then I thought, why should I even care? If it was for real, Iliana had assured me that I could do whatever I wanted with the girl – there were no obligations. And if it was really all a joke, I was bound to find out sooner or later. And what could they do? I had already lost my husband and the custody of my own children. There was nothing more they could do to humiliate me. I closed the box and looked up at Nicole.
“Tell me, girl, who are you and why are you here?” I asked her.
“As Frank said, my name is Nicole. You’re a photographer, right? I was told by GA Centrefold Models that you wanted to do a shoot with me?” Nicole replied. I didn’t detect any deceit in her voice or facial expression. If she was an actress, she was indeed a very good one.
“And I do.” I lied. “Before we start, I have a few questions for you, Nicole. Please sit down.”
The young girl sat down in a chair opposite of me. She looked both curious and a bit nervous. She was still dressed only in her panties and ankle socks, and she shyly placed her arms over her breasts and pulled her legs up in front of herself.
“So? What do you want to know?” She asked.
“I have to make sure that you are ready, Nicole.” I said and smiled – not so much for her benefit, but because I was content with the plan that I had devised to test her. “So you want to be a nude model. You are aware that people - specifically men – are going to look at those pictures and feel attracted to you, right?”
“Yea, I guess.” She replied and giggled. “That goes with the territory, right?”
“Indeed it does.” I replied. “Many of those men are going to look at you, and they are going to fantasise about having sex with you. They will want to fuck your pretty, young body. Do you understand?”
“Why do you ask me these strange questions?” Nicole said, her girlish smile replaced by annoyance. “Can’t we just get on with the shoot?”
“They are going to want to thrust their throbbing cocks down your throat, into your young pussy and up your tight ass. Even married men, Nicole. They are going to want you more than their wives. They are going to look at your pretty, young, slender and sexy body, and suddenly they are going to think that their wives are ugly, old, fat and unattractive.” I explained in a matter of fact voice. “That’s what porn does. Are you sure you want to be part of that, Nicole?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t!” Nicole hissed. “Shouldn’t we make some pictures?”
“Nicole, have you ever fucked a married man?” I asked straight out.
“Is this some kind of test? Are you really a photographer, or are you just wasting my time?” Nicole said in a loud voice and got up from the chair. For a second I feared that she was going to storm out of the house, but she just stood there looking at me.
“Don’t get angry, Nicole. I know you’re not going anywhere. I know you need the money. I can make you very, very rich, but I demand that you say and do exactly what I demand. I need to know exactly what kind of girl you are.” I lied. “You are such an inexperienced model. I need to uncover the sex-kitten that is hidden within you, so that I can make you look sexy. Do you understand?”
“Oh. I see.” Nicole replied, obviously relieved by my little lie. She sat down in the chair again, and her angry look faded into a sweet smile. “I know that men find me sexy, and I don’t mind that at all. I always wear tight clothes, you know, to show off my body. It’s not that I’m a sex addict or anything, but it feels good to be admired.”
“That’s great, Nicole.” I replied, while I felt the resentment rising within me. I was beginning to think that her innocent ways was just a rouse to hide what I knew she really was – a slut. “But you didn’t answer my question. Have you ever had sex with a married man?”
“I hope you don’t think that I’m a horrible person, but yea, I have. Twice.” She said and giggled again. She leaned forward and smiled, as if she was confessing a secret to a good friend. “I once had sex with my math teacher in high-school. I was just a one-time think. I needed a passing grade. The second one was more serious. I met this fantastic guy at a family party, and we really hit it off. I found out that he was married to one of my older sister’s friends, but he was just so cute, you know? And he really understood to treat me like a princess. We met several times at a hotel. God, he was fantastic. After a few months he just lost interest in me. Nobody ever found out. Do you want to know anything else?”
“No, that is quite enough, Nicole.” I said and smiled. I had made up my mind. Yes, it’s true. I had resolved to kill her. That was the defining moment. The little bitch had really pissed me off with her carelessness. She hadn’t cared at all whether she wrecked the life of her sister’s friend. Apparently she had gotten away with it – now it was up to me to make sure that her crime didn’t go unpunished. I had never felt such a rage in all of my life – but for once I knew exactly what to do! I knew exactly how to channel and resolve that anger. I had never felt such a sense of relief and tranquillity, in spite of my intense anger. For once, the anger didn’t hurt me. I didn’t have to suppress, I could just live it out! It was an exhilarating, empowering and absolutely fantastic experience. To tell you the truth, it was almost sexual.
“Let’s get on with it. Nicole, I think we can use your innocent appearance.” I said. “I want to portray you like an innocent teenager who got in trouble, maybe because of her budding sexuality. The shoot will have a western theme. I have a large garden behind the house, surrounded by tall trees. I keep a few horses out there. You are not afraid of horses, are you?”
“No, not at all. I love horses!” Nicole responded excitedly.
“That’s good, Nicole. I’ll go out and get the horse ready, and set up my camera.” I lied – I needed to buy a bit of time to get everything ready. “You just wait here. I’ll come in and get you in a few minutes.”
“OK.” Nicole replied – the gullible little girl had believed every word I’d said! I took the package with the gun and hurried out into the garden, leaving the oblivious girl waiting in the living room.
When I got out to the stable, my heart was pounding like a drum. I had to move fast, I had no time for hesitation, unless I wanted to risk that the girl got suspicious. Still I must admit that I experienced mixed emotions. I had no doubt that the girl deserved exactly what I in mind for her, but it was all so surreal and intense – and I was still half expecting a grinning cameraman to leap from his hiding place to reveal that it was all just a big joke.
Still, I unwrapped the gun and made sure that it was loaded. I fired a bullet into a block of wood, just to make sure that it was working – it was, and it hardly made a sound. If I needed to use it, it would do the job both effectively and silently – but I didn’t want to shoot her. Instead I found a long piece of rope, which I sometimes used when exercising the horses, and quickly started tying tit into a noose.
Yea, I’m pretty nifty at making nooses. I have seen a lot of western movies, which I love, and my passion for horses has forced me to develop quite some skills with a rope. I finished the noose, walked to the backside of the stable building, and threw the rope over a strong branch in one of the large trees. I adjusted the height, just based on my guesstimate of the height of the girl plus horse, and tied the loose end of the rope to the trunk of the tree. The noose was it place. I felt a great excitement when I saw it hanging there, swaying gently, ready to do its grisly job!
I hid the gun in the tall grass before I went back into the stable. I walked the brown stallion up to the back porch, where I tied it to a pole. I put a blanket over its back. I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach, as I realised that that blanket would be the last place the young girl would ever sit in her life! I quickly looked around in the garden – there was nobody to see. It was time! My heat pounding, I walked back into the living room.
“Is everything ready?” Nicole was waiting there like a good girl, still sitting in the same chair, still only wearing panties and ankle stockings. I nodded and gestured for her to follow me.
“This is Brownie, a seven year old stallion. He’s a wonderful horse. Please remove the rest of your clothing and get up there.” I said. Nicole immediately obeyed. She pulled offer her stockings and then her panties. The young slut’s cunt was shaved completely hairless. It looked like an obscene, fleshy peach. I helped the naked girl onto the horse.
“Where is the camera?” She asked, looking around in the garden.
“Behind the stable. Just sit tight, and I’ll walk the horse over.” I said and untied the horse. I grabbed hold of the reins and pulled the horse over towards the stable. Nicole gasped as we rounded the corner.
“Is that part of the set?” She asked with concern in her voice, as she saw the noose hanging down from the tree in front of us.
“Yes, Nicole. Don’t be alarmed. You see, I have come up with the following plot for the photoseries: You are a young and innocent girl who has got in trouble with the law. You are to be hanged by your neck until dead.” I explained. “Men love to watch a woman in peril. It gives them a sense of power, a sense of control, or maybe they will dream of rescuing you from your execution and receive the reward of your gratitude.”
“Sounds great! Should I put it around my neck?” Nicole asked with an enthusiastic voice.
“Yes, please do. I’ll just go get the camera.” I said and walked over to where I had hidden the gun. Behind me, Nicole pulled the noose over her head.
“Now, listen very carefully.” I said as I picked up the gun. Nicole gasped with surprise.
“Don’t make a sound!” I spat. “One fucking little scream out of your bitchy throat, and I’ll pull the trigger! And put your hands down the side of your body!”
“What are you doing?” Nicole whined.
“I’m ridding the world of a slutty little cheating bitch, Nicole. That’s what I’m doing!” I said and smiled widely. Her body was trembling. I enjoyed the fear that shone from her deep brown eyes. It just electrified me! I know I was being cruel, but damn, that little bitch deserved it!
“I’ve decided that you have to die for your sins, Nicole. No, don’t look so surprised! You have already admitted to being a little slut, haven’t you? You know that you deserve this, don’t you?” I laughed.
“What? What have I done?” Nicole sobbed.
“You fucked your math teacher. You fucked your sister’s friend’s husband. You’re a menace to society, girl.” I explained. “That’s why I have to kill you.”
“Oh God no, you can’t do that! It was just sex and I’m only 18 years old!” Nicole sobbed pathetically.
“Only 18 and already you’ve sinned twice!” I spat. “All the more reason to snuff you out before you do any more harm!”
“I know it wasn’t right what I did, but madam, you have no right to do this!” Nicole sobbed and her tears twinkled in the wonderful light of the sun.
“Don’t you ‘madam’ me, slut! I’m still a young woman!” I spat in anger – but though I was angry, I never felt truly insulted or provoked. Why should I? I was in total control! It was an awesome experience! “And I have just as much right to kill you, as you had to put those women’s happiness in jeopardy.”
“But ma… Miss Brown, I don’t want to die! Please, you can’t do it, I beg you!” Nicole droned on. Her tears drew dark lines of mascara down her pale cheeks.
“Yea, you just cry like a baby, Nicole. It’s all very moving, but it’s not going to change anything for you. I’m going to pull the horse forward, so that you’ll slide down its back and hang. If you start screaming before the rope is nice and snug around your neck, I’m going to put a bullet in your heart.” I explained matter of fact, as I again grabbed hold of the horse’s reins. “It’s up to you, Nicole. You either hang or get shut. Either way, your life ends now!”
“No, God, please don’t. You can’t do this! I have a right to live! Listen to your heart. You know this is wrong!” Nicole whined, her brows pulled close and her big, brown eyes staring at me pleadingly.
“The horse is moving. Do you feel the rope getting tighter around your neck, Nicole?” I laughed, having a great time. Her obvious terror filled me with a warm, fuzzy feeling. It was just so god damn wonderful! “You got to think fast, girl. Will you scream, and force me to shoot you, or will you hang? A bullet in your heart will kill you quickly. Hanging is slow and painful. Think hard, Nicole, it will be the last and most important decision you’ll ever make! And you have to make it now!”
“No, stop, please, Miss Brown, I beg of you, please stop!” Nicole whined, loud, but certainly not loud enough to warrant a bullet. She was leaning back on the horse, straining her neck, as I had pulled the horse forward about a yard. Just a few more feet and she would slide off! If this was candid camera, they surely would have stopped me already. No, I realised that it was real, it was all true and I was actually going to kill that young slut!
“Make up your mind, cunt!” I spat and pointed the gun straight at her chest. “Scream now and I’ll end your life! Stay quiet and I’ll let you slide off the horse and leave you twitching in the noose for many painful minutes before you finally die!”
“No, please, God, this just can’t be true. Don’t do it. I beg you. I beg you.” Nicole sobbed as I pulled the horse forward. She let go of the hose and pulled up her hands quickly, grabbing hold of the noose. It was already tight around her neck, and part of her weight already rested on the rope, as she hung at an angle from the horse. Her hands pulled hard, expanding the noose! She was about to pull it off, but still I hesitated to shoot her – it would have been too easy on her! Instead I pulled the reins of the horse, forcing it forward.
Nicole slid off the horse! Her long, slender legs kicked madly in the air, about two feet above the ground. She had both hands around the noose, but though she struggled with all her strength, her own weight pulled it slowly tighter around her neck!
“Oh God no, make it stop!” The terrified girl screamed. “I don’t… want… to… hang!”
“Too late, slut. The rope is already pulling tight around your neck, making your screams weaker.” I laughed, while the noose pulled tighter and Nicole’s freighted screams grew weaker. “Just my luck that you managed to grab hold of the noose, Nicole. It will make your suffering last much, much longer!”
“Please… help… me!” Nicole whined while pulling at the rope with all of her strength. Sweat pearled off her skin, her arms were red with exhaustion, her knuckles white as they clutched the rope.
“Help you, Nicole? Are you fucking kidding me? No, I’m going to stand right here and watch you die!” I laughed and took a few steps back so I could better enjoy the show.
What I saw both freightened me and fascinated me. The look on Nicole’s face was one of total abject terror. She had obviously realised that she had no hope of pulling the noose off her neck, now that her full weight pulled her down, and she was beginning to find it difficult to breathe. I could only imagine the panic that must have gripped hold of her young mind. I did feel a bit of pity for her suffering, but I also knew that she deserved every bit of fear and pain that she had in store.
The fact that I had brought this terrible fate on her excited me more than anything else in the world! It felt so right! For the first time since my divorce, I felt that I was in control of my grief. My grief had controlled me for so long, it had forced me to drink, it had taken my children from me, but now I was the master, not its slave. I could use the grief to achieve justice! I had finally found a new purpose in life! Yes, it’s true, that’s what I resolved – that it is my destiny to punish horny little sluts like her and prevent them from wrecking happy families.
Nicole’s screams had faded to a strained gurgling as she struggled for air. Her face was turning red, the veins on her neck bulged and tears and sweat soaked her cheeks. She starred down at me, her huge scared eyes filled with a silent plea, now that she was no longer able to beg for her life. I smiled at her. I wanted her to know how much I enjoyed her struggling. She was making me a very happy woman!
Soon even her gurgling disappeared and the colour slowly drained from her face. It grew white with a bluish hue. Her eyes had lost focus, starring madly into empty air. Her feet kicked frantically, making her young, dying body swing back and forth. It looked like she was dancing – a dance of fear, pain and death! It felt like it took forever for her to die, but finally her body started jerking wildly, urine splashed from her shaved pussy, her eyes bulged from their sockets, her tongue stood out from her mouth, her legs thrashed – and then, suddenly it was all over. She hung from the noose like a sack of potatoes in a rope!
My heart was beating madly! I had condemned a young girl to death! I had watched her life end, right here in front of me! I know I should, but I just couldn’t feel sorry for her, in spite of the impossible fear and pain that she had endured. She deserved it. The little bitch, with her innocent face and her shaved cunt deserved it all!
I went inside and called the number that Iliana had given me. After twenty minutes, Frank came back to my house. He went into the back yard and pulled Nicole down. He wrapped her dead body in to black plastic bags. As he carried her out to his car, I couldn’t help thinking that he was simply taking out the trash. It was a fitting end for the little bitch.
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