Miss Hollencamp was a wealthy and well-known woman in the warm islands of the tropical sea. She became wealthy the old-fashioned way, using her charms to seduce old wealthy men and, with the aid of drugs, would screw them to death, collecting large settlements from insurance policies she had taken out on them. Her ways were suspected by authorities, but she was skilled at hiding her methods until she caused the demise of the island’s ruler. You see, he was in good health and did not need or take the drug found in his body.
Miss Hollencamp was arrested and held in a most demeaning way.
She was tried and found guilty of his murder and condemned to death.
She was to put to death facing a firing squad. It was quite a show when she was brought before the sandbags topless. The press to countless pictures of her ample exposed body. She asked the matron binding her hands if her execution would be quick. The woman replied “I hope not. The squad had been ordered to shoot you in the gut.”
The matron cheerfully added “It should take a while for you to die and much less pleasurable than when you fucked men to death!”
The matron removed Miss Hollencamp’s skirt, leaving her naked but for the rope binding her hands behind her back.
With the warden’s call of “Ready! Aim! FIRE!” a volley of rifle bullets tore through Miss Hollencamp’s belly. She collapsed to the ground bleeding from the three large caliber slugs that had passed through her gut.
Miss Hollencamp would squirm and wither away for several minutes. There was no ‘coup de grace’ bullet in the head offered to Miss Hollencamp.
Miss Hollencamp was arrested and held in a most demeaning way.
She was tried and found guilty of his murder and condemned to death.
She was to put to death facing a firing squad. It was quite a show when she was brought before the sandbags topless. The press to countless pictures of her ample exposed body. She asked the matron binding her hands if her execution would be quick. The woman replied “I hope not. The squad had been ordered to shoot you in the gut.”
The matron cheerfully added “It should take a while for you to die and much less pleasurable than when you fucked men to death!”
The matron removed Miss Hollencamp’s skirt, leaving her naked but for the rope binding her hands behind her back.
With the warden’s call of “Ready! Aim! FIRE!” a volley of rifle bullets tore through Miss Hollencamp’s belly. She collapsed to the ground bleeding from the three large caliber slugs that had passed through her gut.
Miss Hollencamp would squirm and wither away for several minutes. There was no ‘coup de grace’ bullet in the head offered to Miss Hollencamp.
