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   Justice

   She was only young, probably only just within the legal age for
execution, she had been dressed to look like a kid her clothes reflected
her young age, white blouse with her bra just visible as a shadow under the
blouse as she moved.  The skirt was short too, a pleated schoolgirls skirt
that just covered her knickers as she walked.  As they walked toward the
gallows she was held by two big guards that just emphasised her size and
age.  At times they had to support her because it was obvious that her legs
were giving way.

   Just ahead of her, pushing through the invited audience went the camera
man taking the shots out to the waiting audience.  There were only a
handful of full version executions each year and they attracted a worldwide
audience of viewers so there were dozens of cameras catching her every
move. When they reached the gallows the guards had to have lift and carry
her up the steps.  On the platform there was a small steel chair and she
was sat in this and secured by handcuffs to the armrests as the preliminary
show started.  On the platform stood an X shaped cross and on the other
side of the platform a girl stood in a dressing gown with more guards
restraining her.  The presenter for the night came forward and welcomed the
TV audience.  "Tonight a double feature of death and destruction,
punishment and retribution.  The first prisoner is Shona from London,
sentenced to death by the judicial process for the heinous crime of making
a joke about the leader."

   The audience booed at the mention of the criminal and her crime.  "She
is sentenced to 200 lashes and if that doesn't see her off she will be
dispatched by Brother Tom and his trusty Luger." One of the guards stepped
forward waving his handgun and smiled for the camera.  "The second feature
is a full treason execution, and justice will be visited upon Ann from
Birmingham.  More of that later, but just to let you know, mercy has been
refused so it will be the full Monty.  The audience erupted into cheers at
this point and were only quieted when the narrator raised his hand.  "OK
let's get on with the show.  Over to you, the execution team led by The
Executioner." Again a huge cheer.

   Four men stepped forward all dressed in black with a t-shirt and
trousers stamped with the skull symbol of their office.  In front was the
most famous executioner, his face recognisable everywhere in the world. 
The executioners acknowledged the crowds for a few moments and the stood
back at the Executioner signalled to the guards.  They brought forward the
girl in the dressing gown who looked sick and ashen.  The executioner undid
the belt of her wrap and the guards released her arms so that it would drop
to the floor.  She stood there wearing just stained white knickers and bra.
Obviously this girl had had a few problems.

   The executioner nodded again and the the guards pulled her to the cross
and in moments secured her by wrist and ankles with her back to the cross.
"You have been sentenced to death by 200 lashes.  And we are here to carry
out the sentence.  She was crying silently as the executioner tried several
of the whips he had been handed, and picked one with a swagger and a crack
of the tawes.  He gave several more switches of whip and the audience
cheered.  "Ready bitch.  Any last words before the sentence is carried
out?" The girl just whispered, "No.  Please just do it quickly." The
Executioner just smiled and nodded.  "The sentence is for punishment,
deterrent and entertainment, so unfortunately for you, it will not be quick
and it is my job to ensure that you feel every bit of it.  So the only
thing you have to do is to prepare to die in an eternity of pain." As he
finished the audience screamed their approval.  The girl whimpered and
closed her eyes tight.

   "Open your mouth." He shouted.  She did as she was asked and the
executioner pushed in a wedge of wood.  "Bite it hard." He instructed as he
stood back and pulled his arm well back and brought the whip round with a
terrible force and a cry of effort.  The leather tawe slapped home across
the stomach of the girl who screamed in agony, again and again the whip
cracked home until blood flowed down her body and stained her knickers red.
At each stroke the audience shouted out the number but on the platform it
was only just audible above the screams of the girl.  On the eighteenth
stroke her bladder gave way and the executioner stopped for a moment so
that the cameras could close in on the sight of the pea staining her
knickers and poring out, stained red with blood, onto the floor below.

   Sitting at the side of the platform the young girl was crying and
shaking in terror as she watched what was happening to the girl in front of
her and knew that far worse waited for her.  A guard stood each side of her
and both of them kept laughing whenever the whip bit into the girls flesh.
"There you will be soon.  Pissing and probably shitting yourself too if I
know the work they will be doing on you.  Ever wonder how that feels, you
will know about pain soon.  It won't be easy for you like it is for her" "I
need the toilet," she said, "Please I need the toilet I'm going to dirty
myself." The guard signed to the doctor who came over with his nurses and
listened to the girl's request.  "OK." He said.  And he instructed the
guards to put up a screen so that she was hidden from the audience.  This
was quickly done and a guard opened a slot in the base of the chair.  One
of the nurses helped the girl by pulling the gusset of her knickers to one
side.  "OK there is a bucket underneath, just do what you need." The doctor
said.  The girl was straining and was having a problem.  After a few
minutes she started crying, "I can't go." She said, "Help me please."
"Nurse, can you help?  The doctor asked.

   "Don't worry love" the nurse said, "lets see what we can do here.  Lift
up your bum a little." The girl lifted off the seat slightly and the nurse
reached an arm round her on both sides to take hold of the girl's cheeks,
keeping the gusset to one side she pulled open the cheeks and with a finger
teased the girl's anus.  In a few seconds the hole opened and relaxed, and
as it did the diarrhoea which it was holding back poured out.  Some pockets
of gas propelled the liquid shit and splattered it around the bucket.  As
she finished gas kept coming for a while making noises that were echoed by
the presenter blowing raspberries and pointing at the screens and holding
his nose.  The nurse wiped the girl's bottom with a damp flannel and the
bucket was removed.  An empty bucket was left under the chair and the slit
in the chair left open and her knickers pulled to one side in case she had
another release.  A nurse stayed with the girl at the doctor's insistence
and tried to comfort her and wipe her brow occasionally with a cool
flannel. "It will soon be over, don't think about what's coming that's what
they want you to do." "I'm frightened I can't do it.  I'm scarred." "Of
course you are, there are some terrible things going to happen.  At the end
of t you will die and that will make all the pain end.  So as soon as you
can you must try and let go, give up so the pain ends."

   With the screens gone the whipping recommenced.  At 70 strokes the
executioner stopped.  The girl was in a mess, most of the strikes so far
had been across her stomach with just a few on her lower torso and across
the tops of her thighs, but the skin of her stomach was in tatters as
ribbons of meat and flesh hung down and blood was flowing.  Her eyes were
wide and blood dripped from her mouth from where her teeth had broken in
the wooden mouthpiece.  The executioner nodded to the doctor who was
standing to one side.  The doctor came forward and examined the wounds. 
"She will not last to 200 at this rate.  You will have to spread it out a
bit or you will rip through to the guts." The executioner nodded, and stood
back.  The doctor wiped the girls face and put a powder on her wounds to
stem the blood loss.

   The Executioners next strike hit the girl's bra across the line of her
nipples.  As the whip struck again and again the girls wide open eyes
started to protrude from her head and in ten more strokes her whole
appearance had altered as her face contorted in agony and she looked like
she was choking.  The bra began to rip and tear apart and after a few more
slightly lighter strokes, she fainted.  The doctor attended to her again.
"I will have to get her down or you will loose her too soon.  The chest
trauma is causing her to spasm and she can't breath." The executioner
nodded.  He called over the guards and quietly gave them instructions to
remove her from the cross.  They untied her and lowered her gently to a
gurney that had been brought on fore the purpose.  With cameras picking up
every move, he did what he could to repair the damage.  Some of the loose
flesh he cut away.  The worst of the bleeds was packed and he had a nurse
put a towel across her stomach and put pressure on it to stop blood loss

   While the doctor worked the narrator was discussing the punishment and
speaking to a retired executioner about the work that had been done so far.
"You can keep it going for a while," the guest said, "but eventually
everyone dies, they are just flesh and blood." "Just as we can see here,"
chipped in the presenter.  "Yes and lots of it." The guest laughed.  "It is
a matter of trying to do the will of the court.  So the executioner has the
choice of many tawes.  Some will do a lot of damage; some less, all will
hurt though you can be sure of that."

   In ten minutes the girl was conscious.  The doctor gave her some water,
cleaned her mouth and pulled out one of her teeth which had broken, and sat
stroking her head as another nurse tried to massage the girl's breasts to
make them pliable.  They had become stiff and her left tit was very swollen
but even with every gentle massage, she cried each time they where touched.
"Kill me please." She begged "Please." The doctor just looked at her, "You
have to take your punishment." He said "I'm very sorry".  After a few more
minutes the doctor checked under the towel.  The stomach would was still
bleading and it was in danger of being a fatal bleed.  "I am sorry but I
will have to use the iron I can't stop this otherwise." The girl begged and
pleaded to let it bleed out but thew doctor called for the brazier to be
brought on.  The brazier was placed on the platform and turned on.  In a
few moments the jet of gas had heated the irons that were in it to red hot
intensity.  The doctor selected an appropriate iron and pulled away the
towel.  He pushed the iron into the bleeding wound as the girls screemeed
and shook with pain befor she fainted.  A plume of black smoke billowed
from the girld stomach and the smell of burning flesh filled the theatre.
In a few minutes he had brought the girl round and despite her crying and
screeching to die, he signalled to the executioner that he could continue..


   The guards came forward and took hold of her.  She started to scream as
she was lifted back to the cross and tied back in place.

   The executioner came forward and started again, this time without the
gag the girl screamed in agony each time the whip landed but something was
different, the blows a little lighter the whip taws a little thinner.  The
top half of her body was covered in bleeding cuts and soon her screams
become quieter.  The executioner mover around the platform looking for a
clean area to strike and soon the arms and legs were striped cut and
bleeding.  At the 120 strikes the doctor ordered another stop.  The girl
was no longer able to talk and every movement was intense agony.  And no
longer responding to the whip.  The doctor looked after her again and with
a microphone pushed into his face by the narrator said "She is going into
shock, she has not got long now." The Executioner nodded and pointed to the
cross.  This time as she was lifted into place it was with a difference. 
Her legs were secured at the top spindles and he arms left loose.  The
executioner inspected the girl and ran his hand over the gusset of her
knickers the audience went wild.  "Would you like me to fuck you?" he
asked. "Kill me, please kill me, I can't die." Was all she said.  By this
time her whole body was quivering and the executioner pulled the gusset to
one side.  He called the doctor over to look at the girl's privates.  The
doctor looked and teased open the vagina and inserted two fingers, checking
that some device for inflicting death had not been inserted.  Then he
explored her anus and nodded to the executioner.

   At the side of the platform the young girl watched this and a stream of
piss poured out of her.  The nurse hugged and tried to comfort her.

   At the front of the platform the executioner lined up the whip and with
a terrible energy brought it down straight between the girl's legs.  As the
whip bit in to her crotch the girl screamed a horrorifing gurgling scream,
and moments later vomit poured out of her mouth into her eyes and hair.  He
knew the signs.  He used this stroke quickly five times until her knickers
split and blood spurted out in a dark red fountain.  Turning to the side he
brought down the whip onto the underside of her tits and again it ripped
into her flesh and two more strikes left her tits held on by just the
remnants of her bra.  Somehow she was holding onto life.  The audience were
frenzied now and crying out to lay it on.  But the executioner called the
doctor in again.  The doctor did not think the girl would survive being
taken down from the cross again so he worked on stemming the blood while
she hung there.  Blood was pouring out of what remained of her vagina and
all the doctor could do was to slap a red hot iron on the area between her
legs to stop the bleeding.  When the worst bleeding was under control.  He
had the guards rotate the cross until she was upright again.  The doctor
cut away her bra and as it fell open her left breast came away with it
where it hung held on by a sliver of skin.  The right breast was split
through with a large flap of skin containing the nipple hanging off.

   The three executioners stood around the girl each with a whip ready. 
"Ten each to fulfil the will of the court." The chief executioner called.
Suddenly the girls eyes shot open and she looked round like she was looking
for a way to escape.  "Kill me, kill me Please I I can't die, kill me now,
now." All three executioners standing round the cross pulled back their
arms and started.  The whips flew at a speed almost too fast to count or
see.  But the consequence of each blow could be seen.  Like a chisel
carving through stone the whips cut away at the girl, her left tit came off
completely and her right was clearly detached as a whip came in and skimmed
across her face opening her lip and cutting through her nose, a moment
later an ear went.  Another whip to her face took out her eye and for a few
moments it hung on her cheek until another whip severed it.  And with the
last few whips landing across her stomach the wound opened and her guts
where strewn across the platform right on Q the audience had reached the
count of 200.  The doctor walked on and supervised her removal from the
cross, two guards gently took her down and laid her on a gurney while
another scooped up her still attached insides and lay them beside her.  The
doctor moved the entrails to one side to check for vital signs and with a
nod indicated that there was still a life sign.  The guard took out his gun
and stood over her, while a drum roll accompanied the dramatic coup de
grace.  Levelling the gun he fired at what remained of her face.  Moments
later she contorted and her twitching body was still at last.  The doctor
again checked for vital signs and declared her dead.

   The young girl watching was being covered with spots of blood and was
having her head turned by a guard so that she had to watch the terrifying
ordeal.  "Your next." He said.  "But not an easy death like that.  You will
suffer."