Mr Couch
04-12-2010, 9:03 PM
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Allie Part 3 - Room 9D
It had been 5 days since Allie's horrifying execution of Jeff. She had thrown away all clothing AND the shoes she had worn to the Facility that day. Not so much for the memory, although that was another reason, but because of the blood staining every single one. Since then, Allie had woken up twice in the middle of the night, shivering and drenched in sweat. Thankfully, she couldn't remember the dreams she must have had. Strangely, her panties were wet both times as well. As much as she hated to admit it, she had to grudgingly give in to herself that the wet panties were from her morning with Robert. It couldn't have been because of Jeff right?
Allie had nearly driven to the Facility to quit 3 times since she executed Jeff. She had even managed to grab her purse and car keys one of the times, before she stubbornly put them back down, almost running to take a relaxing hot shower to calm herself. No, she could continue working at the Facility, Jeff HAD to be the worst she would face. Even so, the last several days had been rough on her mentally. She had continued to gobble down ice cream by the spoonful and eat cookies and donuts by the dozen. Coincidentally, the junk food that served in her desire to reach 130 pounds had also worked to soothe her troubled mind. It helped to lose herself in something, forget about stomping on Jeff's bloody face, forget the memory of her bawling while sitting on top of his face, desperately pulling his head into her ass. Allie would pull through, and her mindset had gradually improved with each passing day.
Having just woken up and still lying in her blankets, Allie had to grin at yesterday's good idea. With what she planned for this morning's execution, she was confident that today would go much better than 5 days ago. She would roll her patient over this time, making certain she wouldn't be able to see his face, most of it anyway. She had some ideas of what to do from there, but she wasn't positive yet. As long as she couldn't see the face, that was the important thing.
With a quiet but contented attitude, she stretched and got out of bed. Once in the bathroom, she stepped onto the scale and was surprised that the brilliant red readout showed her weighing 131 pounds. It was a lot of weight to gain in only 5 days, but she supposed she had earned it, with all that junk food. She wanted to stay a slim woman, for many reasons. 131 pounds was about as high as she was willing to go for her height of 5'6". She examined her body in only her underwear, trying to find any changes. Thankfully, she looked about the same as she did when she weighed 120. But she did see that her belly easily had more fat on it, her thighs looked a little bit bigger, and the ass staring back at her from the stand-mirror seemed a touch fuller. All in all, she was pleased. Allie didn't know if she wanted to gain any more weight though. On paper, 131 pounds was a heck of a lot better than 140 or even 135. She could probably pass for 120 still. At least to guys, she thought with a grin.
Once finished with her shower, her quick breakfast of cereal and coffee, and brushing her teeth, she finished blow-drying her hair and returned to her bedroom to dress. Yesterday after coming up with her roll-over idea and thinking of some methods to kill her patient, she had also considered what to wear. It couldn't be known whether she would end up wearing clothes for the execution today, but if so, she wanted to wear something appropriate. She had decided on an older pair of blue jeans with a couple frayed holes on the legs and a simple tshirt. The jeans were the important part.
After slipping on the blue jeans and the shirt, Allie nabbed her keys and purse from the kitchen counter, locked the door once outside her house, and trotted to her car in the driveway.
She walked into the Facility with a refreshed outlook for today's execution to come. Things would be better. Walking to where the receptionist's desk was, she saw that there was no line today, which was just as well. She only had about 5 minutes until her execution would begin. Allie had decided to arrive just on time today, so she could have no chance to sit down and think before her execution. She had already done all the thinking she wanted, since Jeff.
Yet again, the receptionist was Karla. She wondered if she was the only receptionist here. Probably. Walking up to stand in front of Karla's desk, she asked for her execution details and received a shock that rattled her right down to her toes. She would be executing a 35 year old named Cindy today, a woman! Even though she knew women could catch Sarapol and were executed here as well, she had subconsciously thought that today she would kill another man. With her first two kills being men, she evidently had subtley programmed that expectation into her mind. Would killing a woman be any tougher to carry out? Would she keep the plan for this morning's execution or would she discard it for another? COULD she kill another woman? At least she had learned the killing would be done with clothes on.
As Allie turned away from Karla and headed towards room 9D, she thought about this new surprise, thought about what it meant for her. She quickly decided that killing a woman would be a little more mentally difficult, but would also stick to her original plan. After a short couple minutes, she arrived at room 9D, one of the furthest rooms from the front door and the receptionist's desk. Rather, Karla's desk, she thought with a wry twist to her mouth.
Unconsciously picking imaginary lint from her tshirt, Allie took a deep breath and opened the door to face her first woman. Closing the door behind her, she studied Cindy. Still studying her, Allie absently pulled off her shoes and socks and dropped them to the carpet. Cindy was a fairly attractive woman, pretty but not beautiful. She was skinny, skinnier than Allie herself. Dark brown hair framed her oval face set with green eyes. Green eyes that looked frightened, they shifted about, never resting on one spot long.
"Who are you!" Cindy suddenly shouted.
Yes, very frightened. The least Allie could do was try to calm the woman. "My name is Allie," she replied as comfortingly as she could. "And you are Cindy, right?"
"Yes," the woman lying on her back replied, softly. "What are you going to do to me? came after, almost a shout again.
"To be honest, I'm not quite sure yet Cindy. I will be rolling you onto your stomach though, I know that much."
The woman didn't say anything to that, but her eyes were still shifting. Maybe they were hunting for a way out. Allie took advantage of the lack of a reply and walked around Cindy's head and over to her left side. She could see Cindy's eyes peering at her now, out of the corner of her vision, as she bent down to unfasten the leather strap holding her left arm. On second thought, the woman's eyes were more of a murderous stare than peering. A little precaution seemed appropriate. "If you try to hit me or do anything else, I promise your death will be as painful as possible." It was an empty threat, one she wouldn't stick by, but it had the desired effect. Cindy immediately nodded assent and meekly moved her murderous stare up to the ceiling, changing it to simply a stare.
Allie told her that was good and started to unfasten the strap securing her left arm, but kept one eye on the woman just to make sure. After unfastening the strap, she moved Cindy's arm a short distance away from Cindy's body and fastened it to another leather strap there on the floor. She did the same with the woman's left leg, transferring it from one strap to another. After this was done, she moved to Cindy's right side and unfastened the strap holding her right arm. Allie told her to reach her right arm over across her body, and she sullenly complied. Allie stepped over the woman and fastened her unbound arm to another strap coming out of the floor, this one able to be pulled somehow out of the carpet, in order to reach the woman's arm. After securing that one, Allie repeated the same process with Cindy's right leg. Once all arms and legs were in their new straps, Allie unfastened the white foam blocks from the floor and set them down out of the way.
"Now, I need you to roll over onto your stomach. Right over here okay?" Allie pointed at the spot she wanted Cindy at. Cindy growled at her but did as she was told, swinging her body over and down onto its new position next to her original spot. She rested her chin on the carpet.
Allie bent down to secure each leather strap tightly to the woman's arms and legs. In addition to the two straps on what was now the woman's right side being able to be pushed back into the floor on a cord and secured down, all of the straps had the ability to rotate as well, to suit the potential transfer to the other set of straps. Once Cindy's straps were tight, her limbs secure in their new position, Allie grabbed the foam blocks and positioned them on either side of her head, in which there was another little set of tracks in the floor, so you could adjust the width. Allie positioned the blocks, eyeballing what she thought was close to a centimeter gap on each side and secured them to the floor. The blocks were maybe only a quarter as tall as the woman's head, but they did their job well. The hard foam had no give.
As easy as that, the transfer was complete, and the woman hadn't even tried to hit her. The threat had worked.
"How will you kill me," Cindy said in a frightened voice. Her chin was still resting on the thick shag carpet.
"You'll have to wait and see," Allie replied. "I'll try to make it quick for you."
"You ... you could let me go," Cindy said with a minute shred of hope tinging her voice. "I would never be caught, if you could just sneak me out of here. I'll give you anything you want. I swear it."
"We both know I couldn't do that Cindy. You are here for a good reason. I'm sorry but you have to die." Allie was starting to get annoyed with the woman. Trying to buy her freedom!
Cindy gave a little cry of despair, then started breathlessly shouting, panic quickly rising in her voice to dominate the shouts.
"You can't do this to me! I have a family back home! I swear I won't tell anyone if you let me go! Please! Please Allie, I'll do anything if you jus...
"Shut up," Allie barked, cutting her off. And then quickly bent down and straddled Cindy's upper back, grabbed hold of the back and sides of her head, and started to slam her face into the floor. The nerve of the woman! What a bitch! Allie was gripping Cindy's head tightly in both hands, slamming her face into the shag carpet again and again, bringing little screams from Cindy's mouth, only broken when her face hit the floor, then replaced with a muffled thump and even once producing a cracking sound. Allie didn't know what that sound was from.
Gripping the woman's head even tighter, squeezing even more against the sides of her head, Allie concentrated her efforts even more, slamming Cindy's face into the carpet. The little screams turned into high-pitched shrieks then, deadening into louder thumps as her face and mouth met the green shag. After slamming the bitch's face into the floor a full 20 times, her arms starting to get tired, Allie removed her hands from the head she was gripping and stopped.
Standing up, she saw a little bit of blood that had soaked into the carpet next to Cindy's face, lying face-down now. The woman's back was jerking in little heaves. Allie could hear her breathing hoarsely into the carpet underneath her and also caught the sounds of Cindy crying.
"You should have held your tongue," Allie said a bit unsteadily. "I'm sorry I did that to you, but I got angry when you started shouting stuff at me." The face slamming truly wasn't part of her plan beforehand, and she regretted it now. With that she took no more time to let the woman sobbing on the floor recover.
Allie walked up past Cindy's head then and glanced below her to see if she was lined up. Then she bent her knees and bent down into a sort of squat until her jeans-covered ass was hovering about a foot over the back of the woman's head. This would be a decent distance to test, she thought. Putting her hands back behind her on the floor to either side of Cindy's head, she sat hovered there for a second. Then she threw her feet off the ground as she pulled her hands up, letting her ass drop right onto the back of the woman's head. She felt her ass land on the head below her very hard, driving Cindy's face tremendously hard into the floor she was lying face-down on. For a few seconds, she sat there, judging what she had just done. First off, the back of the woman's head hurt her ass when she landed, she didn't think it was a good idea to increase the distance much more. Second, she had heard a crunch below her, coming from Cindy's face. She assumed it was either from teeth or her nose. Or maybe both. Lastly, immediately following that crunch came a loud and piercing, shrieking wail from Cindy. Allie had come up with this idea shortly after she stopped slamming the woman's face into the floor. Her precaution of wearing the blue jeans had been a good idea. She had figured her execution today might come to this. It would almost certainly take very few drops of her ass onto the woman's head to knock her out. It should be easy from there.
Getting up off the back of the woman's head, Allie stood up to repeat the first drop of her ass. Cindy was still wailing into the carpet, with a little sobbing mixed in. Allie got in position, then dropped her ass again onto the back of the woman's head. Another crunch when she landed. Almost surprisingly, the high-pitched, shrieking wails continued. Allie dropped a third time. A fourth. The woman beneath her on the floor, where she sat resting on the back of her head, was still making sounds, but they were more like soft, wet groans now.
Encouraged by the change in the sounds Cindy was making, Allie hoped it would only take 1 or 2 more drops to knock her out. She got into position again, but this time she made the distance closer to 2 and a half feet. She could handle this long drop once. Bracing for the impact, she shot her feet and hands up off the carpet, waiting that split second for her ass to land on the back of Cindy's head. The horrifically hard impact with the back of the woman's head very nearly broke her ass. She could feel little vibrations shoot through her ass and up through her body. Even more, Allie had bounced a short distance off the back of her head and came down again more gently to settle, sitting on her head. This time the crunch was even louder.
After this last drop, Allie sat there and listened for any sounds. Nothing. Nothing. Still hearing nothing from under her, she got off the back of Cindy's head to inspect what she could see. The first thing she noticed was a small pool of blood coming out from around the edges of the woman's face. It didn't seem to be that much. Next, she observed the brown-haired woman was indeed unconscious, but still breathing, her back rising and falling.
After her brief inspection of Cindy's status, Allie knew now what she could do next. The woman was unconscious, that increased her options to most anything, in particular suffocation. Allie got back down in her ass-dropping position but this time she lowered herself down to sit on the back of the woman's head instead of dropping onto it. She took care to sit on the part of Cindy's head closest to her neck, so her ass would be centered over where Cindy's nose and mouth would be. Then she stretched out her legs as far as they would go, her feet pointing away from Cindy's body. And settled with all her weight, sitting on the back of the woman's head, mashing her face into the carpet, smothering her. Allie sat. Sat for a good 20 seconds before she suddenly felt Cindy's head trying to turn under her ass, and heard a muffled scream, Cindy trying to cry out into the floor. Allie looked over her shoulder and saw that the woman's body was thrashing in the straps, thrashing and jerking as Allie's jeans-clad ass crushed her face down into the carpet. Smothering her.
Allie turned her head back to the front, and stared at the wall as she continued to smother Cindy's face into the carpeted floor. She heard more muffled sounds and what almost sounded like a gurgle every now and then, but she didn't look back around. After maybe a minute and a half of sitting on the back of Cindy's head, the muffled sounds stopped, and she noticed that the back of Cindy's head was no longer moving between her thighs. It hadn't taken long for her to pass out again. Allie had to wonder how well she had been awake to begin with. With a shrug, she continued to sit there for maybe another 7 minutes, then got up to check the woman's pulse. She found nothing, and walked away from the corpse of Cindy lying face-down in her own blood. She was happy that she wouldn't have to ask Karla for another plastic sheet.
When she got home, she stripped down and jumped in the shower. This morning's execution had been surprisingly painless.
Allie Part 3 - Room 9D
It had been 5 days since Allie's horrifying execution of Jeff. She had thrown away all clothing AND the shoes she had worn to the Facility that day. Not so much for the memory, although that was another reason, but because of the blood staining every single one. Since then, Allie had woken up twice in the middle of the night, shivering and drenched in sweat. Thankfully, she couldn't remember the dreams she must have had. Strangely, her panties were wet both times as well. As much as she hated to admit it, she had to grudgingly give in to herself that the wet panties were from her morning with Robert. It couldn't have been because of Jeff right?
Allie had nearly driven to the Facility to quit 3 times since she executed Jeff. She had even managed to grab her purse and car keys one of the times, before she stubbornly put them back down, almost running to take a relaxing hot shower to calm herself. No, she could continue working at the Facility, Jeff HAD to be the worst she would face. Even so, the last several days had been rough on her mentally. She had continued to gobble down ice cream by the spoonful and eat cookies and donuts by the dozen. Coincidentally, the junk food that served in her desire to reach 130 pounds had also worked to soothe her troubled mind. It helped to lose herself in something, forget about stomping on Jeff's bloody face, forget the memory of her bawling while sitting on top of his face, desperately pulling his head into her ass. Allie would pull through, and her mindset had gradually improved with each passing day.
Having just woken up and still lying in her blankets, Allie had to grin at yesterday's good idea. With what she planned for this morning's execution, she was confident that today would go much better than 5 days ago. She would roll her patient over this time, making certain she wouldn't be able to see his face, most of it anyway. She had some ideas of what to do from there, but she wasn't positive yet. As long as she couldn't see the face, that was the important thing.
With a quiet but contented attitude, she stretched and got out of bed. Once in the bathroom, she stepped onto the scale and was surprised that the brilliant red readout showed her weighing 131 pounds. It was a lot of weight to gain in only 5 days, but she supposed she had earned it, with all that junk food. She wanted to stay a slim woman, for many reasons. 131 pounds was about as high as she was willing to go for her height of 5'6". She examined her body in only her underwear, trying to find any changes. Thankfully, she looked about the same as she did when she weighed 120. But she did see that her belly easily had more fat on it, her thighs looked a little bit bigger, and the ass staring back at her from the stand-mirror seemed a touch fuller. All in all, she was pleased. Allie didn't know if she wanted to gain any more weight though. On paper, 131 pounds was a heck of a lot better than 140 or even 135. She could probably pass for 120 still. At least to guys, she thought with a grin.
Once finished with her shower, her quick breakfast of cereal and coffee, and brushing her teeth, she finished blow-drying her hair and returned to her bedroom to dress. Yesterday after coming up with her roll-over idea and thinking of some methods to kill her patient, she had also considered what to wear. It couldn't be known whether she would end up wearing clothes for the execution today, but if so, she wanted to wear something appropriate. She had decided on an older pair of blue jeans with a couple frayed holes on the legs and a simple tshirt. The jeans were the important part.
After slipping on the blue jeans and the shirt, Allie nabbed her keys and purse from the kitchen counter, locked the door once outside her house, and trotted to her car in the driveway.
She walked into the Facility with a refreshed outlook for today's execution to come. Things would be better. Walking to where the receptionist's desk was, she saw that there was no line today, which was just as well. She only had about 5 minutes until her execution would begin. Allie had decided to arrive just on time today, so she could have no chance to sit down and think before her execution. She had already done all the thinking she wanted, since Jeff.
Yet again, the receptionist was Karla. She wondered if she was the only receptionist here. Probably. Walking up to stand in front of Karla's desk, she asked for her execution details and received a shock that rattled her right down to her toes. She would be executing a 35 year old named Cindy today, a woman! Even though she knew women could catch Sarapol and were executed here as well, she had subconsciously thought that today she would kill another man. With her first two kills being men, she evidently had subtley programmed that expectation into her mind. Would killing a woman be any tougher to carry out? Would she keep the plan for this morning's execution or would she discard it for another? COULD she kill another woman? At least she had learned the killing would be done with clothes on.
As Allie turned away from Karla and headed towards room 9D, she thought about this new surprise, thought about what it meant for her. She quickly decided that killing a woman would be a little more mentally difficult, but would also stick to her original plan. After a short couple minutes, she arrived at room 9D, one of the furthest rooms from the front door and the receptionist's desk. Rather, Karla's desk, she thought with a wry twist to her mouth.
Unconsciously picking imaginary lint from her tshirt, Allie took a deep breath and opened the door to face her first woman. Closing the door behind her, she studied Cindy. Still studying her, Allie absently pulled off her shoes and socks and dropped them to the carpet. Cindy was a fairly attractive woman, pretty but not beautiful. She was skinny, skinnier than Allie herself. Dark brown hair framed her oval face set with green eyes. Green eyes that looked frightened, they shifted about, never resting on one spot long.
"Who are you!" Cindy suddenly shouted.
Yes, very frightened. The least Allie could do was try to calm the woman. "My name is Allie," she replied as comfortingly as she could. "And you are Cindy, right?"
"Yes," the woman lying on her back replied, softly. "What are you going to do to me? came after, almost a shout again.
"To be honest, I'm not quite sure yet Cindy. I will be rolling you onto your stomach though, I know that much."
The woman didn't say anything to that, but her eyes were still shifting. Maybe they were hunting for a way out. Allie took advantage of the lack of a reply and walked around Cindy's head and over to her left side. She could see Cindy's eyes peering at her now, out of the corner of her vision, as she bent down to unfasten the leather strap holding her left arm. On second thought, the woman's eyes were more of a murderous stare than peering. A little precaution seemed appropriate. "If you try to hit me or do anything else, I promise your death will be as painful as possible." It was an empty threat, one she wouldn't stick by, but it had the desired effect. Cindy immediately nodded assent and meekly moved her murderous stare up to the ceiling, changing it to simply a stare.
Allie told her that was good and started to unfasten the strap securing her left arm, but kept one eye on the woman just to make sure. After unfastening the strap, she moved Cindy's arm a short distance away from Cindy's body and fastened it to another leather strap there on the floor. She did the same with the woman's left leg, transferring it from one strap to another. After this was done, she moved to Cindy's right side and unfastened the strap holding her right arm. Allie told her to reach her right arm over across her body, and she sullenly complied. Allie stepped over the woman and fastened her unbound arm to another strap coming out of the floor, this one able to be pulled somehow out of the carpet, in order to reach the woman's arm. After securing that one, Allie repeated the same process with Cindy's right leg. Once all arms and legs were in their new straps, Allie unfastened the white foam blocks from the floor and set them down out of the way.
"Now, I need you to roll over onto your stomach. Right over here okay?" Allie pointed at the spot she wanted Cindy at. Cindy growled at her but did as she was told, swinging her body over and down onto its new position next to her original spot. She rested her chin on the carpet.
Allie bent down to secure each leather strap tightly to the woman's arms and legs. In addition to the two straps on what was now the woman's right side being able to be pushed back into the floor on a cord and secured down, all of the straps had the ability to rotate as well, to suit the potential transfer to the other set of straps. Once Cindy's straps were tight, her limbs secure in their new position, Allie grabbed the foam blocks and positioned them on either side of her head, in which there was another little set of tracks in the floor, so you could adjust the width. Allie positioned the blocks, eyeballing what she thought was close to a centimeter gap on each side and secured them to the floor. The blocks were maybe only a quarter as tall as the woman's head, but they did their job well. The hard foam had no give.
As easy as that, the transfer was complete, and the woman hadn't even tried to hit her. The threat had worked.
"How will you kill me," Cindy said in a frightened voice. Her chin was still resting on the thick shag carpet.
"You'll have to wait and see," Allie replied. "I'll try to make it quick for you."
"You ... you could let me go," Cindy said with a minute shred of hope tinging her voice. "I would never be caught, if you could just sneak me out of here. I'll give you anything you want. I swear it."
"We both know I couldn't do that Cindy. You are here for a good reason. I'm sorry but you have to die." Allie was starting to get annoyed with the woman. Trying to buy her freedom!
Cindy gave a little cry of despair, then started breathlessly shouting, panic quickly rising in her voice to dominate the shouts.
"You can't do this to me! I have a family back home! I swear I won't tell anyone if you let me go! Please! Please Allie, I'll do anything if you jus...
"Shut up," Allie barked, cutting her off. And then quickly bent down and straddled Cindy's upper back, grabbed hold of the back and sides of her head, and started to slam her face into the floor. The nerve of the woman! What a bitch! Allie was gripping Cindy's head tightly in both hands, slamming her face into the shag carpet again and again, bringing little screams from Cindy's mouth, only broken when her face hit the floor, then replaced with a muffled thump and even once producing a cracking sound. Allie didn't know what that sound was from.
Gripping the woman's head even tighter, squeezing even more against the sides of her head, Allie concentrated her efforts even more, slamming Cindy's face into the carpet. The little screams turned into high-pitched shrieks then, deadening into louder thumps as her face and mouth met the green shag. After slamming the bitch's face into the floor a full 20 times, her arms starting to get tired, Allie removed her hands from the head she was gripping and stopped.
Standing up, she saw a little bit of blood that had soaked into the carpet next to Cindy's face, lying face-down now. The woman's back was jerking in little heaves. Allie could hear her breathing hoarsely into the carpet underneath her and also caught the sounds of Cindy crying.
"You should have held your tongue," Allie said a bit unsteadily. "I'm sorry I did that to you, but I got angry when you started shouting stuff at me." The face slamming truly wasn't part of her plan beforehand, and she regretted it now. With that she took no more time to let the woman sobbing on the floor recover.
Allie walked up past Cindy's head then and glanced below her to see if she was lined up. Then she bent her knees and bent down into a sort of squat until her jeans-covered ass was hovering about a foot over the back of the woman's head. This would be a decent distance to test, she thought. Putting her hands back behind her on the floor to either side of Cindy's head, she sat hovered there for a second. Then she threw her feet off the ground as she pulled her hands up, letting her ass drop right onto the back of the woman's head. She felt her ass land on the head below her very hard, driving Cindy's face tremendously hard into the floor she was lying face-down on. For a few seconds, she sat there, judging what she had just done. First off, the back of the woman's head hurt her ass when she landed, she didn't think it was a good idea to increase the distance much more. Second, she had heard a crunch below her, coming from Cindy's face. She assumed it was either from teeth or her nose. Or maybe both. Lastly, immediately following that crunch came a loud and piercing, shrieking wail from Cindy. Allie had come up with this idea shortly after she stopped slamming the woman's face into the floor. Her precaution of wearing the blue jeans had been a good idea. She had figured her execution today might come to this. It would almost certainly take very few drops of her ass onto the woman's head to knock her out. It should be easy from there.
Getting up off the back of the woman's head, Allie stood up to repeat the first drop of her ass. Cindy was still wailing into the carpet, with a little sobbing mixed in. Allie got in position, then dropped her ass again onto the back of the woman's head. Another crunch when she landed. Almost surprisingly, the high-pitched, shrieking wails continued. Allie dropped a third time. A fourth. The woman beneath her on the floor, where she sat resting on the back of her head, was still making sounds, but they were more like soft, wet groans now.
Encouraged by the change in the sounds Cindy was making, Allie hoped it would only take 1 or 2 more drops to knock her out. She got into position again, but this time she made the distance closer to 2 and a half feet. She could handle this long drop once. Bracing for the impact, she shot her feet and hands up off the carpet, waiting that split second for her ass to land on the back of Cindy's head. The horrifically hard impact with the back of the woman's head very nearly broke her ass. She could feel little vibrations shoot through her ass and up through her body. Even more, Allie had bounced a short distance off the back of her head and came down again more gently to settle, sitting on her head. This time the crunch was even louder.
After this last drop, Allie sat there and listened for any sounds. Nothing. Nothing. Still hearing nothing from under her, she got off the back of Cindy's head to inspect what she could see. The first thing she noticed was a small pool of blood coming out from around the edges of the woman's face. It didn't seem to be that much. Next, she observed the brown-haired woman was indeed unconscious, but still breathing, her back rising and falling.
After her brief inspection of Cindy's status, Allie knew now what she could do next. The woman was unconscious, that increased her options to most anything, in particular suffocation. Allie got back down in her ass-dropping position but this time she lowered herself down to sit on the back of the woman's head instead of dropping onto it. She took care to sit on the part of Cindy's head closest to her neck, so her ass would be centered over where Cindy's nose and mouth would be. Then she stretched out her legs as far as they would go, her feet pointing away from Cindy's body. And settled with all her weight, sitting on the back of the woman's head, mashing her face into the carpet, smothering her. Allie sat. Sat for a good 20 seconds before she suddenly felt Cindy's head trying to turn under her ass, and heard a muffled scream, Cindy trying to cry out into the floor. Allie looked over her shoulder and saw that the woman's body was thrashing in the straps, thrashing and jerking as Allie's jeans-clad ass crushed her face down into the carpet. Smothering her.
Allie turned her head back to the front, and stared at the wall as she continued to smother Cindy's face into the carpeted floor. She heard more muffled sounds and what almost sounded like a gurgle every now and then, but she didn't look back around. After maybe a minute and a half of sitting on the back of Cindy's head, the muffled sounds stopped, and she noticed that the back of Cindy's head was no longer moving between her thighs. It hadn't taken long for her to pass out again. Allie had to wonder how well she had been awake to begin with. With a shrug, she continued to sit there for maybe another 7 minutes, then got up to check the woman's pulse. She found nothing, and walked away from the corpse of Cindy lying face-down in her own blood. She was happy that she wouldn't have to ask Karla for another plastic sheet.
When she got home, she stripped down and jumped in the shower. This morning's execution had been surprisingly painless.