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 SODUM FILES #1 mixed tortures rapes executions



   Once again we were led from our cells for some reason.  We never knew
what for or why but often not all of us made it back.  Sometimes we were to
witness a punishment or to stand for selection for something.  Those chosen
often were never seen again or returned telling tales of unspeakable terror
and pain and many times were taken away forever soon after returning.  I
have heard others stories and most are like mine.  Taken at gunpoint by
members of the truth squads never to return.  Our great leader Sodum has
often praised the truth squads as protectors of the people but I know them
to be rapists and killers and worse.  I was taken as I walked home from
school without any words or reason except that some high official had seen
me and wanted to possess me.  I know this to be true because he told me
when I was delivered to him.  He bragged that he could have any person he
desired and do whatever he wished without fear of censure or punishment. 
If he wished he would have both my mother and small sister brought to him
and I could watch as he raped and killed them.  My choice was clear,
willingly allow him to have his way with me or doom my family.  The rape
that cost me my virginity was coarse and brutal.  Used in ways that I had
not dreamed existed I was left sorely wounded body and soul.  I prayed to
die but instead was sent to this hell to be used by any who were able to
gain entrance, a collection of the worst kinds of animals to ever exist. 
Once I was comely and innocent, now I am worn and tired and know too much
about things that should remain a secret from young girls.  I have only
been here for three cycles of my moon days but I have been damaged far
beyond what should have possible in such a short time.  I have been
fortunate in that the last few choosings I have not been picked, perhaps I
am no longer pretty enough to choose.  I no longer care, the only thing
that can happen that will be unknown to me will be death and that I would
welcome.

   There are ten of us in the group today [I think it is day, I have not
seen the sky since I was brought here] and we are led to a large room and
left on a long bench with our hands tied behind our backs and our feet
shackled to rings in the floor.  A man enters and addresses us.  He is
wearing the uniform of a high-ranking member of the truth squads and tells
us that we have been lucky enough to be picked to assist in the training of
a group of new recruits.  Indeed our part will be important in deciding
which ones will be come members of that elite group of heroes.  Up to now
the only part on the room lit in the bench area but with a wave of his hand
somebody turns on the lights and I now realize that this may be the place
where we all die.  Scattered about the room there is a collection of things
designed to kill people.  A gallows, a garrote post, a sandbagged wall with
both a post and a chair in front of it, by one wall a number of weapons
both modern and old, a rack, a forge glowing red, a X cross with a rod
poking up from the floor under it, and too many things I am afraid to look
closely at or unable to identify.

   A group of young men enter wearing shorts and shoes and go to stand by a
low table.  There must be about a dozen or so but they move too much for me
to count.  Each one places a slip of paper in a bowl and steps back to
wait. Many are sneaking peeks at the row of nude girls on the bench and
more than a few have lumps in their shorts.  One or two however look
slightly sick and worried.  The official talks to them in a voice too low
for me to hear and draws a slip of paper from the bowl.  He looks at one of
the boys and tells him to begin.

   The kid [for that's what they are, hardly older than I am] walks over to
us and slowly proceeds to inspect each of us.  Finally he chooses a plump
girl from the other end of the bench and freeing her feet leads her to the
post and ties her hands over her head to an arm that I had not noticed
before.  She is pulled up until her feet no longer touch the floor and he
chooses a short whip.  Whatever the whip is made of it is a vicious
instrument for each slash cuts her deeply and he works around her until her
whole body is a mass of bleeding gashes.  She can no longer scream when he
drops her to the floor.  She just moans as he kicks her over to her stomach
and spreads her legs before he drops his shorts and rapes her.  Although I
can not see for sure somehow I know that he is not taking her in the normal
way but is buried in her ass.  She whines and moans piteously as he pounds
away at her.  The unnatural rape is soon over and he stands covered with
her blood and shit.  She is once more kicked over and he goes to the
weapons and returns with a large knife or a small sword.  I can hear her as
she begs for her life when she sees it but he only smiles as he sticks it
into her belly and slashes it upward to her chest.  She tries to scream but
cannot.  He then cuts her large tits from her body and runs the sword into
her in the place where a lover should enter.  Finally he places a block of
wood under her neck and hacks at her.  Once, twice, three, four, five times
he strikes at her throat before her head rolls free to be picked up and
held over his head proudly.  He admires it for a while than opens her dead
mouth and uses it to clean his manhood of her shit and blood.  He is
rewarded with a handshake and sent away.

   I understand now what is happening, each of the recruits will be
required to torture, rape, and kill one of us in order to be chosen.  We
are all going to die and die horribly.  Part of me wishes to run or hide or
to be elsewhere while another part in thankful that my suffering will soon
end.  Almost anything is worth escaping the hell that my life has become,
no matter what one of these heroes does to me it cannot be that much worse
than the things I already have scaring my soul and body and at least this
time it will be the last time.  I look at my fellow corpses to be and all I
see is fear, not one of the ones that I can see seem to realize that this
is the only way out for any of us.  How can they want to continue living in
the hell that is our world?  Surely at least one or two must see that this
is something to be thankful for.  Of course the pain will be awful but will
be a small price to pay for our freedom.

   The next one to be picked comes from next to me, a thin short girl with
a boyish body.  She screams and fights when he picks her.  He needs help to
drag her to the rack and secure her on it.  Her legs are tied spread and
the tension is tightened up until her screams climb until her throat tears
from the effort and she can no longer maintain them.  A red hot iron chars
her tiny nipples and a pair of equally hot pinchers tears at the small
sensitive nubbin in her secret place.  He climbs on top of her and enters
her.  At least her rape is short, he is very quick, only a few thrusts and
he spasms in her.  There are a few mocking comments from those waiting as
he climbs down but they soon silence as he continues to torment her.  The
rack tightens more and I can hear her joints and bones creak and snap.  She
finds new screams to accompany the sounds of her body being torn apart. 
With one final pull her shoulders fail and suddenly her body sags as her
joints and bones separate.  With no screams left she just makes piteous
mewing noises as she stares into nowhere.  But he is not done yet, a large
heavy hammer crashes down upon her knees and shatters the joints.  Even
this terrible injury cannot make her scream for she has left her pain
behind as her mind flees the terror.  She makes a leaden thump as he dumps
her face down on the floor and takes her once again.  The anal rape lasts
much longer but draws small response from her and is his anger he uses her
long dark hair as a handle to lift and smash her once pretty face onto the
cement floor.  Each thrust is paired with the sound of her skull hitting
and I can hear the bones of her face break as he pounds them to fragments.
One of the blows is fatal for a puddle of piss forms under her but he just
hammers on until he spends.  Another handshake and a pat on the back
follows and he leaves.

   The next guy was a tall thin wiry one with a mean look about him and I
expected that whoever he picked was going to suffer a long hard time before
being blessed with death.  He fooled me.  Picking a tall skinny girl that
was next to me he placed her on the rack but did not secure her to be
stretched.  He used it instead just to hold her head strapped down while he
knocked out or pulled all of her teeth.  When her mouth was a bloody wreck
he moved her to a low stool by the rack and tied her in place.  Dropping
his shorts he displayed a monster size dick, larger than any I had ever
seen and I have seen too many in the last few months.  Without any wasted
time he forced the huge thing into her mouth and brutally forced the whole
thing down her throat.  His iron grip on the back of her head allowed him
to go so deep that she could not breathe unless he backed off which he did
only when she was about to pass out.  He was able to carry on for an
impossibly long time but at last I could see the quickening of his tempo as
he neared his climax.  However he no longer pulled back to allow her some
air.  Instead he kept his cock planted firmly in her throat as he hurried
toward the end.  She was shaking with her death spasms just as he exploded
into her and by the time he softened and fell out she was dead.  To prove
it he grabbed the large knife the first one had used and slit her throat
almost to her spine.  He was cheered for a job well done and left.

   The fourth one is short and plump and picks the long haired girl on the
end.  She is built very much like him with the large, firm, cone shaped
breasts that chubby girls often have as they are filling out.  He offers
her a helping hand as she rises from the bench and gently leads her for a
few steps until she finds her balance.  She is scared but seems to draw
comfort from his gentlemanly actions.  He leads her to an open spot on the
floor and without any warning turns and punches her in her plump belly.  As
she folds forward he trips and pushes her down.  With her hands tied behind
her she can do nothing to protect herself as she falls and her face smashes
into the floor.  Before she can recover he is on top of her and in entering
her doggy style.  The rape does not last long but is very brutal and leaves
her bloody as the force of his actions tears her up inside.  She is then
almost dragged to the X cross and strapped onto it.  The silver rod
sticking up from the floor turns out to be mounted on a screw base so that
it is turned it grows longer.  He spins it until it reaches her asshole and
he slows to guide it into the small brown hole.  She screams as the full
size enters her.  It is about 4 inches across and has a rounded point. 
Every turn on the handle forces about another ¼ inch into her guts.  Her
ass ring rips before it even has the full point in and by the time it is
buried in her six inches she is screaming nonstop.  After ten minutes he
has a foot in her and it is getting hard for her to breathe.  I can track
it's progress by the bulge in her body as it pushes her organs aside or
tears through them.  Now it is in her chest and she is panting for air but
each movement is pure agony.  He no longer needs to extend it any more, it
will surely kill her where it is now and it does after a too long time she
shudders and dies from the damage to her insides and the lack or oxygen. 
More clapping to reward his efforts.

   Number five is shaky and unsure of himself but picks the girl closest to
him.  He almost looks as scared as she does and when they walk by me I hear
him tell her that he is sorry but has no choice.  He helps her to the
ground and rolls her to her back.  His manhood is only half hard and he
fumbles as he tries to enter her.  Minutes pass until it is clear to all
that his heart is not in it and that he is incapable of raping her.  He
reaches down and begins to strangle her with his hands and when she gasps
for air he recoils and releases her.  He tries several more times until he
is reduced to tears and just kneels next to her sobbing.  The instructor
stands him up and walks him over toward the door by the sandbagged wall. 
When they turn toward the door he draws his pistol and without warning
shoots the poor boy in the back of the head.  The message is clear- rape,
torture, and kill or die yourself.

   Now we are even, six of each and I do not see any signs of fear among
those left.  With out a doubt they will all manage to fulfill their mission
and all of us girls will die.  The girl left laying on the floor is taken
by the next one to have his name drawn.  He simply rapes her in both holes
as she lays there.  Nothing special, just a long lasting rape that I am
sure she has endured before.  When he has finished he leads her to the
gallows and nooses her.  There is no drop but instead there is a winch that
lifts her to her death.  He is nasty enough to place the knot under her
chin and lift her only high enough that she can still support a small part
of her weight on her toes if she stretches.  As a last torment he cuts the
rope binding her hands.  She fights the rope for a long time before he
lifts her clear of the floor.  She still tries to hold herself up by the
strength of her arms but there is no possible way for her win.  She lifts
herself up to grab some air and her arms fail, she hangs until she must
breathe again and the cycle continues.  Each time she can not quite get as
much air or hold herself up as long.  Finally the end comes, her arms and
her will to live are no longer enough and she fails to find any air. 
Squeaking and gurgling she wheezes her last breaths and hangs limply as a
yellow stream trickles from her to pool under her feet as she dies.  The
rewards follow and the newly minted hero leaves.

   Half of us have been killed and I try to catch the eye of the next one,
I want to be chosen and killed as soon as I can.  It will be cleaner to die
now than to be forced to watch as others are murdered while I still live.
He chooses the oldest one of us, I wonder what she is doing here.  She is
in her thirties and bears the marks of childbirth and nursing on her body.
Not the type to attract the lust of the heroes and I wonder if she or her
family have done something to earn her placement here.  At one time I think
she may have been one of the blessed ones who lived in the desert palaces
and rode by us as we walked.  If so I will not grieve for her, if not my
grief will be meaningless anyway.  Once again her rape is the standard use
of her holes except this time she is forced to clean him with her tongue
and lips when he is done.  The taste of her shit on him causes her to vomit
on the floor which earns her a beating.  Tied to the post by the sandbags
she waits as he decides what to use to end her time on earth.  He chooses a
bow and arrows to end her.  Not a strong killing bow but one that is little
more than a toy.  The first arrow strikes her in the left breast but fails
to penetrate deeply enough to cause death.  The next several are aimed
lower, her belly and groin area are pin cushioned by the small missiles,
the blood runs and she tries to fold her body over the painful area.  A
single arrow hits her in the chest and penetrates far enough to cause her
to cough up blood as her lung is torn by it.  He soon bores of the game and
just leaves her tied to the post while he refreshes himself with a drink.
Noticing her gaze locked on the tall cold glass of water in his hand he
offers her some.  I cannot believe that he has enough mercy in him to allow
her the boon but he does and she gulps greedily at the fluid.  For her the
normally lifesaving water may as well be the most deadly poison.  With her
stomach wounded by the arrows the water causes her to explode with the most
awful agonies and her screams are the worst ones we have witnessed yet. 
They last forever and only fade when her strength fails leaving her hanging
limply from her bindings.  He lifts her head and as she watches with dull
eyes he places the tip of a dagger just under her ribs and slowly pushes it
upward into her heart, not a stab but a long slow almost gentle push.  I
can see the moment when her skin parts to allow the steel entrance to her
body, slowly and surely it pushes in and up.  The blood flows until it
reaches her heart.  He stops it and just holds on, I realize that they both
can feel the beat of her heart against the steel.  He wiggles the blade in
just a tiny bit more and stops, then a bit more and stops, time after time
he deepens the lethal cut until at long last the steel is deeply in her
heart muscle and it is the only thing blocking the fatal bleeding that must
come.  The movement as it beats must be slowly destroying the fibers of
muscle but he finally gives the hilt a shake and withdraws the dagger.  By
the time he can cut the ropes holding her she is almost dead and falls
limply to the floor to lay in a puddle of her blood.  Whatever she was at
one time she is now just a piece of trash to be removed and he is now one
of the feared ones.

   With only three of each left I now hope it will end soon but once again
I am left behind.  The youngest of all of us is the one picked to spend
herself as the sacrifice to allow the enlargement of her killer.  He will
be raised up at the cost of her young life and will think the cost cheap.
She fights and sobs as he needs help to secure her belly down over a table
top.  Her feet are secured to rings in the floor and he does the monitory
rape and as usual he enters her in both openings.  She fights and thrashes
bravely but only provides him with more pleasure.  His endurance is amazing
for so young a lad and she is worn out from her struggles long before he is
ready to spend.  The pressure of the wooden dowel he uses to strangle her
as he rapes encourages her to move for him.  Her head is thrown back so far
I fail to understand why her slender neck does not break as she attempts to
evade the unforgiving wood.  He pushes in and pulls back and she pulls back
and pushes against him.  A dance of death performed on a table top.  At
last he drives deeply into her and shudders with his release while she is
twitching her last as she finds the release of death.  A well received
performance.

   The last two of us look at each other as we wait to see which one of us
will die first and it is her, I see the pain and memories in her eyes and
know that she is seeing them mirrored in mine.  As she is untied from the
bench she stands and willingly follows her killer.  She is tied to the
chair with her ass pulled forward and her legs tied to the high arms of it.
Her sex and ass hole are readily useable and are used but his performance
is mechanical at best.  He rushes through as though it is something to get
out of the way as soon as possible and he does so.  Now she will die and I
wonder what kind of treatment he will give her.  Red hot steel burns her
eyes out.  More of it savages the holes that he just left.  Her nipples
smoke as the metal cools itself in the blackened holes left where they
were. He burns and brands her until her body is a blackened ruin and to
kill her he forces a hot steel point through the hollow of her throat and
leaves her gasping and choking around the charred hole until she can do no
more and gives up her grip on life.  He is welcomed into the company of
those who have gone before and now there are only two left.  Myself and my
killer are now taking center stage foe our last tango.

   I am led toward the garrote but before we arrive he knocks me down and
enters me.  His poundings are no more than I have endured many times before
but the knowledge that they are the last that I will ever have to lends an
odd spice to them.  I do not claim that I enjoyed them but there was a
certain odd pleasure in knowing that there would be no more and thus I
welcomed him into my body to do whatever he wished.  The sooner he came the
sooner I could be killed and I wanted to die very badly.  I moved against
him using all the tricks I had learned at such a high price, willing him to
enjoy my body so much that he would not linger.  Soon he was jerking inside
of me and I felt the hot spray of his seed as it hit my inner walls. 
Squeezing him with my pussy I milked him dry and he withdrew.  I sat on the
seat of the garrote and offered my hands to the ties and my neck to the
steel cable, welcoming them like lovers for they would grant my heart's
wish.  The cable went across my soft throat and through tubes on each side
of my nick to pulleys and down to a small winch that would provide the
force necessary to crush my windpipe.  All was ready and I whispered a wish
to him to both enjoy my death and for him to hurry it as much as he could.
I don't know if he heard me but he wasted no time.  The clicking of the
winch and the slow increase of pressure around my neck signaled the start
of my killing.  At first the pressure was only mildly annoying but then I
was having to work for my air.  Click, click, click, each small sound
announced an increase in my troubles but like a clock was counting down the
time I had left.  I was aware that I was no longer sitting quietly but was
thrashing about as my body's need for oxygen overpowered my minds urge to
die and be released from my bondage.  I no longer can see anything but the
colors of red and black and all I can hear is the sounds of my pulse
thundering in my head and the horrible gasping and wheezing from my throat
as the soft tissues collapse under the unfeeling cable.  I just want to die
but he is still allowing just enough air to deny me my dearest wish so I am
forced to struggle and entertain those watching.  I fight harder but seem
to be trapped in some sticky glue that slows my movements down until they
almost stop.  No longer able to control anything but the urge to breathe I
am being covered by a night black cloth and it is becoming very quiet. 
With a sudden thrill I recognize it a death and welcome my release,
surrendering my body to the world that held so much pain and entering the
place that is a mystery to us.