Execution of the Terrorist Housewives

Chapter 12   Execution of the Terrorist Housewives

by Jill Crokett

After only a single night of rest from their brutal rape and torture in the desert, Janice and Andrea Antroidi now awaited a totally new experience, one which neither of them had ever endured.  Childbirth.  But today they would not bring Vito Antroidi’s descendents into the world.  This day, in just a few hours, each of the sisters would give birth to a dense, sponge-like, football shaped object.

Ever since a Danish obstetrician had invented the false pregnancy system a decade earlier, the worldwide epidemic of cesarean sections had been cut in half.  Now women with narrow birth canals or narrow pelvic bones, for whom the possibility of natural childbirth was formerly nearly impossible, could now undergo one or two of these false childbirth procedures before getting pregnant, thus stretching them out and allowing them to then give birth naturally. 

Undergoing this procedure assured that one’s vagina and surrounding connective tissues, including the semi articulating bones of the pelvis, were loosened up and prepared for a real, live birth. Some physicians referred to the rather uncomplicated procedure simply as “birth prep”, and millions of women worldwide had safely undergone it as a non surgical way to prepare them for natural birthing.

Healthcare systems now saved hundreds of millions of dollars a year by avoiding needless cesarean sections, and the health risks associated with the often needless surgery had been cut dramatically.  The only major downside to this medical development was that women were now being placed through the pain and humiliation of “false birth” before they endured the final torture of live birth. 

With the new false birthing procedure, since an inanimate object cannot be put at risk, no medical attention was required to be directed toward the fetus, saving money and manpower, and virtually all women that had undergone “false” first had fewer complication during “live” birthing.  At birth, much of the medical attention is directed toward the fetus.  During the false pregnancy procedure, girls could simply be strapped down and left screaming for hours.  And when it was all done their bodies were better prepared to deliver vaginally without complication.

Following their desert experience the sisters had been left undisturbed for the night, but their rest was short-lived. At 6:45 a.m. guards dragged them from their cells and carried them down a long white hallway where Dr. Wexler and his team of obstetrical nurses awaited them. Due to the way Superior Court Judge Lydia Moriarty sentenced 27-year-old Janice and 29-year-old Andrea, the sisters did not know the details of their sentence and, because of this, every turn of the corner increased their anxiety. 

 When the stainless steel double doors in front of them opened, the sisters could see in a large, fully equipped obstetrical theatre with two slightly tilted birthing table’s, complete with laterally winged, full leg stirrup troughs spread wide open.

Andrea’s eyes rapidly swelled with tears and Janice began to weep aloud softly as they witnessed the obvious intentions of the medical suite with its large surgery spotlights hanging over the delivery tables. Andrea’s face curled and she made brief eye contact with Dr. Wexler, whose look of impending doom was evident even from behind his surgical mask.

The silence was broken when the telephone rang. The nurse told Wexler it was the warden calling.

“Doctor, the timeline must be moved up on these Antroidi women. We can’t hold off executing the three tunnel terrorist gals much longer, and I don’t want these two guinea sisters getting in the way, do you understand?” Bowden bellowed into the phone.  “I need the Antroidi sisters taken care of today doctor, tomorrow my be to late. I desperately need to move up the schedule on Diane, Tracy, and Sara.  We need to be looking at no more than 48 hours from now for them.  Our calculations are that Tracy is about to start her period, and I don’t want to deal with that shit during the execution.  Do you understand doctor?”

“Yes Warden, whatever you say ma’am” Wexler replied patronizingly, fully knowing that he was nothing but Bowden’s lackey lap dog.

Standing completely naked with their arms handcuffed behind their backs, each sister was shuffled toward one of the awaiting surgical tables.

“Unshackle them, strap them down in the full lithotomy position, and shave them again, completely” the team head nurse ordered in an authoritarian voice.

With no place to hide their shame, the sisters stood at the foot of their assigned delivery table and obediently raised their arms above their heads once their handcuffs were removed.  Together, they were about to undergo an experience their female ancestors knew all too well.  For the entire mid 20^th-century the process of being stripped naked, spread-wide and clean shaved for an OB/Gyn was a process that half of the adult population was familiar with.

Andrea was first.  Her wrists were buckled down in leather restraints with her arms overhead.  A wide leather restraint belt was passed over her chest just below her breasts and attached to the table at either side of her.  The guards then grabbed her ankles and bent her knees, attaching them into the stirrups with straps firmly placed at the ankles, knees and thighs.

Once Janice was also firmly strapped down in the same position as Andrea, the nurses inserted IV needles into each sister’s arms and hooked thin clear plastic tubes to each needle. These tubes would carry the drugs which would rapidly induced labor. Dr. Wexler then carefully adjusted the stirrup positions and table angles on each of the tables, spreading the thighs and tilting the buttocks end slightly higher until each of the sisters’ labial lips seemed to pout upward in a wide-open spread. He wasted no time grabbing a huge syringe affixed with a wide gauge needle, proceeding to load it with the rapidly expansive false pregnancy material which he would soon inject into each woman’s uterus. 

Andrea begged “Oh my God, my God, please doctor, NO, no not THIS!” as Wexler aligned the giant needle with the entrance of her vagina. She then broke down in a long, wailing sob as the doctor firmly pressed the fat needle home, directing its sharp tip through the tiny opening of her cervix. As Dr. Wexler unloaded the syringe deep into her as yet unfruitful uterus, Andrea began to cry aloud. Laying strapped into the stirrups, her heels turned nearly bottom-up, she pleaded for her sister Janice to help her. But Janice herself was only minutes away from the shared predicament.

“This is the rapid method” Wexler announced to the sisters. “I’ve never tried it before. Within 90 minutes you both should have pelvis’ swollen up like watermelons, and those watermelons will then be ready to be slowly passed through your birth canals.  Please don’t blame me for this one, ladies, I didn’t come up with this system” the doctor added as he winked at his middle-aged head nurse.

“In less than three hours you'll both have experienced something that only half the population can fully appreciate. Unfortunately for you, being that you are both condemned drug manufacturers, your painful labor will only produce an inanimate, football shaped object.”

 The head nurse rolled her eyes as Wexler continued with his lecture.

Raising up from his short rolling examination stool, Dr. Wexler announced “You are now going to undergo a rapidly accelerated false pregnancy and delivery. Do you have any questions?”

Neither sister spoke, but both turned sideways and made eye contact with one another.  They seemed to ask themselves what had led their lives to this point.

Wexler turned to his head nurse and ordered “I’m leaving for breakfast. Call me if there are any complications.”

Over the next hours Janice and Andrea experienced unbelievable pain as their uteruses rapidly swelled, expanding their pelvises near the bursting point. As the doctor enjoyed his second cup of coffee in the executive level employee lounge, the two condemned women moaned and twisted against their restraints as their bellies ballooned unbelievably fast. In the time it took for Dr. Wexler to enjoy a leisurely breakfast, the sisters’ lower abdomens were the size of a ripe Mexican melon.  Their belly buttons now popped upward, indicating they were done.

Ninety minutes later Dr. Wexler returned to the sight of two full term pregnant females, fully prepped and spread open before him on adjoining delivery tables, their legs strapped into the high, wide obstetrical stirrups. He immediately walked up to each spread pelvis and instinctively bent his head down to look into the now shortened birth canal.  Without speaking, Dr. Wexler then gave an animated signal to the head nurse, ordering her to begin pumping the powerful hormone-based uterine contraction drug into the clear plastic IV tubes which led to each sisters’ arm.

Within minutes Andrea and Janice were moaning and sweating heavily. As the labor rapidly commenced Dr. Wexler began walking from one spread pelvis to the other another, and, as he had done thousands of times before, thrust two gloved fingers inside each vagina, feeling for changes in cervix dilation.

It wasn’t long before both sisters were pleading for mercy at the top of their lungs. The rapid uterine contractions were just seconds apart as the girls dripped with sweat and cried as they struggled against the restraint straps which held them firmly in place on the table.

Janice, the more stoic of the two, finally broke down and let out a deep cry of helplessness.  Wexler wiggled his wrist and forced his entire hand deep into her vagina, palpating the position of the football-shaped rubbery object she was giving birth to. As he did Janice begged with unintelligible utterances, her face distorting in horror. As if struggling to end Janice’s deafening shriek, Wexler yanked hard on the nose of the football in an attempt to pull the huge dense spongy object from between her legs as bright red blood dripped onto the white tile floor.

In the throws of heavy labor, each forceful labor contraction racked Janice’s body. As the nursing team looked on, Wexler order one of them to push down on Janice’s abdomen while he had another nurse unwrap a sterile tray of surgical instruments just in case an episiotomy was needed. He pulled hard, hoping he wouldn’t need them.

The shriek was as high pitched as any human could make as Wexler yanked the football from between Janice’s crotch.

Dr. Wexler, not wanting to waste any more time on the project, nodded to a nurse, who immediately increased the IV flow to Andrea, sending more of the hormone based drug into her veins. Almost immediately she began to gnash her teeth and scream as ultra-strong, violent uterine contractions rippled through her torso. 

Andrea pleaded with God to take her as Wexler began to repeat the process, slipping his full hand deep into her now stretched vulva. Sweat covered her nude body, causing it to glisten as she struggled. Wexler plunged his entire forearm in as deep as he could as the sweat-covered woman screamed. As he worked deeper Andrea became speechless, her mouth gaping in a vain attempt at verbal expression.

Needless to say, the Antroidi sisters’ day had not begun well. And it was going to get worse.