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 Her Last Day An Illakian story by Dominica Potestas

   II

   She hung for a few minutes, the cold air making her wet skin shiver. 
Eventually Captain Longstaff came blustering into the room, flanked by
another two guards, more sober and humourless then the previous two.

   Longstaff appraised the body hung in front of him.  She was extremely
fit with a tight stomach.  Her breasts were a good size, and their
roundness and firmness were a good compliment to the rest of her body. 
Longstaff remembered from the form registering her as a sub-human - which
he considered unnecessary paperwork for someone who had four days to live -
that she was 32D-25-34.  She had a cute groove running down her breasts
were her ribcage met down to her taut navel.  Her legs were wonderful,
firm, smooth and defined.  Her upper body was equally gorgeous, perky firm
breasts, her collarbone visible and her arms similar to her legs, all
completed with utterly flawless and now wet skin.  Her eyes were a piercing
blue, complementing her long blonde hair which hung around her shoulders.
He was sure she was going to be a crowd pleaser.

   He ordered the guards flanking him to move her.  The guards came over
and released Ally's arms.  She could barely use her limbs, so the guards
didn't bother to restrain her and half-dragged her to another door going
out of the shower room.

   The room she was brought to appeared to be some sort of dressing room.
It had a leather chair in its centre, a mirror on one wall and shelves of
grooming products on another.  Ally found herself sat into the chair with
her wrists cuffed by rings on the arms and her ankles given a similar
treatment.  The two guards then left the bemused Ally.

   Ally began to weep.  For the first time in her imprisonment she was able
to look at herself in the mirror.  She was shocked by how bad she looked,
wet hair framing a hungry and lifeless face, large bags forming under her
eyes, her nakedness on display, especially where her legs had been splayed
to attach her ankles to opposing legs.

   After a few minutes, she heard the door open.  Two women walked in,
wearing what appeared to be red one-piece swimsuits or leotards, and
nothing else.  On each suit the IG logo was embossed in white on the crotch
and `PPED' printed on the breast.  One girl was blonde, curvy, with a
beautiful figure and a gorgeous but sad-looking face.  The other was
taller, skinnier and younger, but also blonde.  Ally was totally baffled by
their presence and their odd dress until she noticed a tattoo on the thigh
of the shorter woman.  `PROPERTY OF THE IMPERIAL GUARD' it said.  Slaves.

   "We're going to smarten you up, honey," the short one said to Ally.

   "Am I to die?" Ally enquired with a hoarse throat.

   "Not today," the slave said after a thoughtful pause.  "You are to do
your duty tonight."

   "My duty?"

   "You're duty as...  a sub-human."

   "I don't understand."

   "You'll find out," the slave said, seemingly ending the conversation. 
Although these girls were sympathetic, they clearly did not want to
elaborate on Ally's situation.

   It transpired that the two girls were slaves, who were trained
beauticians.  While one worked on Ally's hair, the other shorter one
applied make up to her face.  Soon, Ally was looking like she had done four
days ago.  Her hair was styled again, wavy and slightly curly.  Her face
looked fresh again, bright lips, blushed cheeks and decorated eyes.  A bit
of blusher had even been applied to her chest.

   ***

   The PPED staff of Justice Palace were getting excited, Longstaff could
tell.  It was the eve of the execution of the three criminals.  As
sub-humans, these criminals would perform their duty tonight, as was the
custom.  The Illakian Doctrine suggests that a sub-human's sole purpose of
existence is for the pleasure and gratification of others, especially men.
To this end, the PPED long ago instituted at tradition that on the eve of
their execution, the sub-humans in their care would be `made available' to
staff, to ensure this duty was done.

   Tonight's entertainment would be based on rank, Longstaff had decreed.
The officers would have access to the thief, a Shacks girl by the name of
Laveta Wasiuta.  The prostitute, another Shacks vagrant named Carry
Bennice, would be made offered to the rank and file.  And Ally, as the
traitor, the most hated of the lot, would be providing fun to both officers
and rank and file.

   ***

   When the slaves were finished, they scuttled out of a side door without
saying another word to Ally.  They were clearly uncomfortable with the
knowledge of what Ally awaited.

   She was then left, still shackled to the chair obscenely, for another
couple of hours.  If she had been privy to how tonight was being organised,
she would have known that the slaves were working on the other two
criminals, and then on to prepare the three rooms that would be set up for
the three rapes.  Being left like that in front of the mirror for that long
was torture enough for Ally; having to see herself spread-legged and tarted
up like some cheap whore.

   Eventually, three guards came in and again wordlessly released her from
her chair to lead her away.

   ***

   Longstaff was the only member of staff waiting in the room when they
brought Ally in.  The room was well-appointed; there were three couches for
the men to relax on, but also brackets and shackles attached to walls,
floor and ceiling in suitable places, so that the criminal may be
positioned in whatever way the men desired.



   Longstaff chuckled to himself when the traitor was brought in.  Her
makeover was perfect, as was usual from the two slaves acquired and trained
by the PPED for their beautician skills.  Ally had been gagged with a ring
gag, so that her mouth was straining open uncomfortably, drool already
forming at the edges of her mouth.  Her taut body was already starting to
glisten with sweat from her anxiety.



   "Restrain her," he ordered.

   ***

   A group of officers had drawn the lot to rape the traitor first.  They
barged into the room and howled with delight when they saw Ally's naked
form suspended by her wrists from shackles hanging from a pulley on the
ceiling.  Her ankles were spread nearly three feet apart by a spreader bar.
She still wore the ring gag and she had also been blindfolded.

   "Right, let's get started!"

   The half dozen officers were clearly very excited.  They didn't often
have such a wonderful toned body to play with.  They laughed and commented
on her body.  They all laughed again when her stomach rumbled with hunger.

   They made an executive decision to lower her to her knees, simply by
operating the pulley the shackles were attached to.  Her heart started
racing when this happened.  She had been waiting for what had seemed like
hours, and she was totally blind, and so was shocked when she suddenly
thumped down onto her knees.  The wrist shackles were kept tight enough
that she had to sit up on her knees.  She sensed she was about to be raped,
she had been guessing that that might happen since it became apparent that
she wasn't going to be executed anytime soon.  She was fearful of this, and
she began to squirm in her bonds, which only amused the men more.

   Her body was unbelievable tight and fit and the men wondered if there
was any fat on her.  Her stomach was so taut and flat.  She was a class
above the usual whores and vagrants they had passing through here.

   The men started on her.  The man who appeared to be the senior officer
undid his trousers to reveal his hard cock.  He knelt down behind Ally. 
She wasn't aware any of this was going on, and screamed in shock when the
large penis suddenly penetrated her anus.  She had never had anal sex, and
her muscles weren't ready for the invasion.  The heartless men nevertheless
started pumping his cock into her anus, ripping her sphincter muscles to
shreads.  After a couple of strokes, he suddenly pulled out.

   "Shit, she's fucking dry."

   By this time another man and knelt down in front of her and had
presented his cock to her pussy lips.

   "Won't bother me," he said.

   Ally, recovering from the shock of her anal invasion, could feel the
head of another cock on her pussy lips.  She grimaced and braced herself.
She had not been sexually aroused in days, over a week maybe, and she knew
she was bone dry down there.  And these men weren't exactly turning her on.

   The man thrust in, uncaring about Ally's stimulation or her comfort.

   "Wow, she's tight!"

   He seemed to enjoy fucking her dry and tight hole, but Ally screamed in
pain.  She had not had much sex in her life, and her holes were still very
tight.  The lack of lubrication on the man's dick though caused her much
irritation.

   Meanwhile, the senior officer had come back with some lubricant.  The
officers usually kept a couple of bottles of the stuff in this room for
just such an occasion.  However, it wasn't any old lubricant, of was
something the officers enjoyed concocting themselves.  This one was laced
with ginger and chilli.  He liberally applied the lotion to the inside of
her anus with gloved fingers, as her hips were being bucked by the fucking
from the front.  Instantly Ally cried out again, and starting sobbing.  She
had never received so much pain in her life.  The man put on a condom, to
protect himself from the lotion, and again thrust in, forcibly pushing past
her sphincter and sighing with the pleasure from the tightness.

   A third man grabbed Ally's head and twisted it painfully to the side.

   "Let's see those pretty eyes of yours," he said as he ripped off the
blindfold.  Her watery eyes looked up at him pleading for mercy.  Instead,
he heartlessly grabbed hold of her lovely blonde hair and thrust his cock
through the ring gag, and started skull-fucking her.  Among her other
concerns, she now had difficulty in breathing, as her nose and eyes were
thrust into the musty pubic hair of her rapist.  The third man certainly
had a large cock, and it almost touched the back of her throat.



   While her head was being violently fucked, the man shagging her pussy,
lubricated only by his own pre-cum, came deep inside of her.  Ally felt the
cock strain and pump, and she felt ill again.  No sooner as he stood up,
another man was in his place.  Ally groaned through her throat-fucking. 
Just then her ass rapist came, and was replace equally quickly.

   ***

   When Richard Longstaff pulled out of her ass, Ally had been fucked in
some way at least twice by every officer there.  Not a single person had
shown her any sympathy; she was a sub-human traitor, and she was starting
to feel like one.  By now, she had been moved so that she was in a doggy
position, her legs still spread by the bar and her ankles and wrists
shackled to the floor.  The judge who had sentenced her was just pulling
out of her ring-gagged mouth.  Ally had wept at the thought of servicing
the man who had falsely condemned her; she couldn't think of anyone in the
world who she hated more.  Drool and cum dribbled down her chin and onto
her breasts, starting to dry now.  The men were using her hair to dry their
cocks, and that was now cum-soaked and sticking together.

   "Time to let the other boys in I think," Longstaff said.  The officers
left to continue to torture the thief, and the first group of rank and file
came in, whooping and jeering loudly.

   ***

   It was getting late in the night.  Everyone had had a go with Ally.  In
fact, Longstaff reckoned that most people had had three goes.  Not bad
considering that there were maybe 100 people enjoying the fun tonight. 
Longstaff was unsurprised, then, to find Ally Herrada in a bad way at the
end of the night.



   She had long since passed any point where she could resist her rape, and
had been released from her shackles some time ago.  The guardsmen had been
using her increasingly lifeless body more like a rag doll, and when they
had finished for the night they had simply thrown her down on a couch.  Her
hair was such a state, the dried-on cum so sticky.  Her face was covered in
cum, again mostly dried on.  Her pussy and anus were puffed and swollen,
cum dripping out and down her shapely thighs.  She was still awake, just,
and was lying still, her legs splayed, quietly grunting in discomfort. 
Longstaff and two lieutenants had come to administer the coup de grace.

   "Are you hungry bitch?" Longstaff taunted her.  She weakly nodded her
head.  "Do you want to receive your last meal?" Again she nodded.  "Stand
up then." She couldn't even move, so the two lieutenants dragged her to her
feet and held her there.  "Come on."

   The disgusting girl was lifted up by under her arms, and dragged out of
the room, feet scraping along the floor.  She merely grunted.

   Longstaff led the guards to outside a cell door.  Somehow, Ally
recognised the door as being the one that led into the cell she had been in
only hours before.  Longstaff took out a set of keys and unlocked the door.
As he opened the door, all three men unconsciously stepped back as the
smell hit them.  The cell had not been touched since Ally had been taken
out of it, and three days' worth of piss and shit had been left to fester.
Longstaff briefly brought his hand to his mouth, but then manned up.

   "Well there you go, bitch," Longstaff said.  "Your last meal; your own
stinking shit, washed down with lashings of piss."



   Ally looked at him confused.



   "What, you don't think we're still going to waste money on feeding you,
or that we're cleaning up after you?  Throw her in."



   The two guards heaved Ally up and pushed her into the cell.  She landed
in a pool of sloppy shit, to the delight of the two younger men.  Longstaff
waded into the cell, now armed with a cattle prod.

   "Well go on then, eat your last meal!"

   He applied the cattle prod to Ally's prone carcass.  She jumped and
yelped in extreme pain, the most she had moved all night.



   "Eat!" Longstaff growled.  The two guards were loving this show.  Slowly
and painfully, Ally lifted her head, now covered on one side with shit. 
Longstaff waved the prod at her, and pressed the trigger so that she could
see the sparks fly between the prongs.  Reluctantly she bent her head down
to the puddle of shit she had landed in, and stuck out her tongue.  At the
bitter taste of the excrement, her tongue shot back in her mouth and her
face screwed up in disgust.  Suddenly, there was another blinding pain in
her backside and her aching body almost flew up in the air in shock.

   "Okay, yes sir," she said breathlessly, now utterly fearful of the
prong, and that these sadistic and merciless men might subject her to
another mass rape.  She eagerly bent her head down again and lapped up the
stinking mess on the floor with her tongue, her face screwed up as she did
so, silent tears running down her cheeks.

   Longstaff seemed satisfied that he had won this small battle, one that
he was never going to lose anyway.

   "We'll leave you the night to clean all this shit up.  If this place is
clean by the morning, we might see what we may do to make your death
painless.  If not you will scream your way into hell.  Goodnight bitch."

   The naked and exhausted Ally, kneeling in shit and covered in dried cum,
was left alone as the heavy door closed on the cell.  She turned away and
threw up what she had just eaten.



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