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 Her Last Day by Dominica Potestas

   This story is set in the world of Illakia.  Please see 'Introduction to
Illakia' for further details about this world.  Dominica Potestas writes
fiction and does not condone any actions or opinions expressed in this
story.  If you cannot tell the difference between fantasy and reality do
not read any further.  Any comments or ideas please email me.

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   I

   The cell was whitewashed, harshly lit and stinking.  Ally had been holed
up in this characterless small room for three days now.  The walls were
smooth and white, the floor smooth and grey and cold.  One end of the
three-foot wide cubicle was taken up by a heavy steel door with a peephole.

   Three days ago Ally had been sentenced to death.  To hang.  And even in
this simple execution method Illakians invested a great deal of imagination
and depraved cruelty.

   The comely barmaid's flat had been raided and literature encouraging a
`liberal' backlash against the new even more patriarchal laws that had been
introduced by the Emperor had been found.

   The court had been full when the judge read out the sentence.  "Allyson
Herrada, you have been found guilty of sedition and assisting treason.  You
will be hanged by the neck until dead; you are now sub-human." The court
cheered - a traitor was always the most hated convict.  Ally moaned in
shock.

   As a sub-human, the young blonde was forced to strip off all her clothes
while in the cage-like dock, forcing the 22-year-old to bear her fit and
shapely body as her hands were cuffed behind her back.  She was immediately
led away and took straight to this cell in the Public Punishments and
Executions Division of Grand City Justice Palace, where she had been ever
since, for nearly 80 hours now.

   Ally didn't know how long though.  She guessed she had spent the first
few hours crying and wailing, not able to comprehend what had happened.

   She didn't know how long she had been in this hole.  The dim lights were
never turned off.  She had literally been left to rot.  The PPED staff knew
that she would be executed on the Wednesday, but Ally was not told that. 
The staff also knew that their only responsibility was to provide a
conscious body to the executioner - other than that absolutely no money or
time was to be wasted on giving a condemned sub-human any comforts, because
sub-humans have no rights and have no life.

   By comforts was meant anything.  This included food, water, heating, a
toilet or bedding.  Again no-one had told her this; she had just been
thrown in this cubby indefinitely as far as she was concerned.  After she
had unsuccessfully tried sleeping on the concrete floor, she felt hungry
and realised that food might be in short supply.  Another stretch of time
and she was beginning to guess that none would be forthcoming.  She was
starting to get stomach cramps and crouched on the floor in hunger.  The
guards that occasionally looked unseen through the peephole laughed at the
naked girl's pain, but that door did not open.  Her fear and confusion at
her death sentence was beginning to be replaced in her thoughts by extreme
discomfort.

   Eventually she realised she had not visited the toilet in a long time
and was now needing a piss.  Again she tried banging on the heavy steel
door but that was soundproofed.  This turned into a desperate need and
somehow her logic was functioning and it told her that standing in a corner
near the door would afford her privacy from the peephole.  Resting her
hands against the wall she released a huge fountain of relief.  She noticed
how her heavily-coloured piss was running under her feet.  She realised
that the cell was built deliberately with a slight gradient in the floor so
that the stinking liquid collected at the far end.

   These are the conditions she had been living in.  A prolonged exposure
to this torture may harm somebody over a while, but she would be alive
after four days, which was all that mattered to the PPED.

   She had retaken to lying on the floor, clutching her churning stomach
and crying.  The lack of heating in this concrete cell was beginning to
become a factor as well and she had been shivering, goose pimples running
down her body.  And still her body produced waste.  After three days, her
bowels were starting to scream at her.  She had pissed herself another
couple of times by then, not even bothering to shield her privacy; just
resting on the floor and letting the urine cascade down her legs.  Suddenly
her bowels gave way and a torrent of sloppy shit raged from her backside,
congealing a slimy puddle round her ass before slowly making its way to
join the piss.  She couldn't control this and it happened another couple of
times.  Occasionally she retched at her living conditions, but there was
nothing to throw up.

   ***

   Bloody Drew.  She had told her supposed boyfriend that she didn't want
those pamphlets in her flat.  Apparently he had ignored her.  Why couldn't
she have picked a nicer guy from all those that tried to chat her up across
the bar, not the only male rebel in Grand City.  Drew had played truant
from Sunday School, like other rebels, and Ally had always put those
distorted political and religious views down to that.  The tragedy was that
she was not a traitor - she loved the Emperor, she cherished Him as the
Lord God in human form and would never dare in her most perverted dreams
contest a holy decree from him.  The court laughed at that.  She hadn't
proved her innocence.  The judge saw how deeply hated this one was and gave
the crowd what they wanted.  Drew was probably deeply underground and miles
away from Grand City now, never coming to sacrifice his liberty for his
supposed girlfriend's life.  Some lover.

   ***

   Richard Longstaff was a captain of the Imperial Guard responsible for
Wednesday's midweek special performance in Justice Square.  There was
usually some public punishment or execution everyday in Justice Square, but
multiple or unusual executions were usually held at weekends or on
Wednesday afternoons to entertain the bigger audiences.  Three convicts
would be at the gallows on Wednesday; Ally, a prostitute caught for the
third time and a thief.  By far the most intriguing was Ally.  The other
two were poor girls from the Shacks and one could almost understand their
immoral crimes because they were desperate for money; unpatriotic crimes
such as sedition on the other hand seemed to Illakians incomprehensibly
repugnant.  It also helped that Ally was the better looking, the other two
being tanned and skinny vagrants that are two a penny in public punishment.

   He ordered Herrada's cell door to be opened.

   ***

   Ally thought she had been in there weeks, a month even.  In fact it was
three days and it was Tuesday afternoon - she didn't know it, but she in
the last 24 hours of her life.  Suddenly the cell door opened.  Her head
whipped up in expectation; she had been praying for this for days.  Were
they bringing food and water?  Instead, her first human contact was two
burly guards laughing at her state, mockingly whiffing their noses and
pointing at the pathetic naked girl kneeling on the floor.  They were also
appreciating one of the most beautiful girls to go through their slimy
hands.

   "Sort her out," Longstaff ordered from behind and went off to other
matters.

   The larger guard came in and forcibly dragged her to her feet and pushed
her against a wall, wrapping her wrists behind her in a tie wrap.  She
moaned in discomfort.

   "Been having fun?" he hissed sarcastically, looking at the mess.

   "Food...  water," Ally gasped through her parched throat.

   "Did you not listen to the judge?" the guard laughed.  "You're a piece
of meat with no feelings worth worrying about; you'll really need to
impress us to earn privileges like food." His free hand had been greedily
roaming her front torso and had now made its way to penetrating her
bone-dry pussy, slipping in two fingers.  The exhausted Ally merely grunted
at the pain.

   "Come on Marty," the other guard said, "let's get her cleaned up;
they'll be plenty of time for that later." The large guard pushed her
towards the door.

   "Come on pigmeat."

   ***

   Her unexercised leg muscles failing her, she was half led, half dragged
up to another room in the interminable labyrinth that was Justice Palace.
It was deliberately designed as one huge building, making it impossible to
actually get out of if a girl ever did manage to break free from her cell
in any of the divisions.

   She was brought into a large empty room that was tiled with a gutter
running down the centre.  This is it, she thought, her execution.  It would
be in this grubby little chamber in the middle of Justice Palace.  She
moaned and tried to resist.

   The guards just laughed but to her relief did not string her up but
attached her hands to shackles hanging down from the ceiling in the middle
of the room.

   "Please..." She was trying to form some plea, for anything, for mercy,
but the words kept sticking in her throat.

   The guards had disappeared behind her.  She jerked when she felt a jet
of ice cold water hit her behind.  She shrieked and tried to twist to see
what was happening.  The guards were trailing a hosepipe for the wall.

   "Shower time," the one called Marty leered.

   Marty started to spray the water all over her body as she used her
remaining energy trying to avoid the jet.  She hadn't thought she could
have gotten colder.  The other guard, taller, thinner and apparently more
sober-minded still took get relish soaping up her unprotected body.  Ally
felt the vulnerability of her nakedness all over again, and started to weep
as both guards made special attention that she was clean between her legs.
Some of her exes had claimed she was a cock-tease; the truth was that she
attracted men easily, but was never keen on sex, regarding her pussy as her
most intimate and private possession, not to be given away lightly.  Here
were these two grubby perverts playing with it like she was a toy, a doll.

   The next stage, apparently, was to make her a true sub-human.  Her pussy
was to be shaved.  Again this required a lot of attention for the guards.
Ally looked away in shame.  Her crotch bald, a blast of icy water cleared
away foam, and made her jump in her chains.  The guards checked her
armpits. Women in this world are not normally capable of growing hair in
their armpits, but there are a small number of freaks who require shaving.
Thankfully, Ally was not one.

   "Here, have some water you gobby cow," Marty said and thrust the hose in
her mouth and let the jet fill her mouth up.  Ally was taken by surprise;
her throat hurt and most of the water dribbled back down her torso, but she
managed to retain some of the precious liquid.

   "Thank you," she heard herself say.  She couldn't believe she was
thanking them for giving her one drop of water in who knows how long.  She
felt herself losing any mental battle.

   The guards entertained, they left her hanging, shivering.



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