IT’S JUST A JOB--- RIGHT

I sort of fell into this line of work. When the new order was established I was just a grunt and nobody special. At the end of the old days I was a guard for the family of the thieves that ran our poor tired land. The country was a mess with street fighting and confusion everywhere and as I stood at the gate to the farm where the leaders wife and daughters had been sent for safekeeping I was of two minds. My duty was clear as a guard but my heart was on the side of those fighting to free us. When a patrol of rebels approached I needed to decide which path I would follow and though the choice was clear it was not easy to renounce my oath and by doing so condemn those under my guard to death. Nevertheless I opened the door and allowed their deaths to enter. As I watched the rebels mishandle and torment my charges I found it necessary to intervene and to try to stop the worse of it. Little did I know that the ragged man in charge of the detail was to become the second most important man in the new government. He listened to my complaints and suggested that if I didn’t like the way the woman and her daughters were being treated I might save them from further mistreatment by just shooting them on the spot. The orders for their executions had already gone out and the plan was to take them to the capitol and hang the whole bunch at once. The thought of the people I had known and guarded strangling and kicking out their lives at the end of a rope appalled me. After asking for a minute I want to the four females and spoke to them about their future or lack of one. Girls crying and mother begging, we decided that it would be best if none of them left this room alive. Permission was granted, the four were blindfolded, and with my service pistol I shot each of them once in the back of the head. As all four had already been largely stripped for rape before I intervened I was able to watch as the naked bodies fell and twitched out the last seconds of life and at the time the excitement raised in my body shamed and frightened me.

I took off my uniform and left vowing never again to have anything to do with those in power. But in the quiet, dark nights the images of those nude bodies falling returned to excite and trouble me. I was sure that I had done the right thing but the pleasure somehow seemed wrong. I had after all saved three young girls from a horrible death even if I had still killed them myself. Even their mother who was the wife of the serpent who ran our country still had never done anything but be a good wife and mother. I knew that their deaths were necessary and was pleased that I was able to save them from rape and mistreatment but my excitement as they fell seemed wrong and I was bothered by the satisfaction that filled my soul as I looked down at the bodies.

Some time later I was visited by the same man who had granted me the right to end those lives and he came bearing a job offer. He had liked the way I had intervened and done my best to ensure decent treatment for my charges and was impressed with the way I handled myself both as I executed them and after. The job offer, head executioner for the country, with a free hand to oversee the deaths of all those condemned. It was thought that I had the right mix of mercy and understanding while having the backbone and the guts necessary. My excitement had not gone unnoticed either nor had my worry about it. Talking about it helped and it was pointed out that a craftsman should enjoy his craft and take pride in it and that while this craft was more extreme than most it was still true. After much soul searching I accepted and moved to the capitol.

Under the new laws a person sentenced to die would have an automatic review of the case and if the review found no cause for reversal or mercy at that time the guilty one was declared legally dead and became the property and the responsibly of the chief executioner who would arrange for the sentence to be carried out at the earliest convenient time and by whatever method he chooses. He was encouraged to be humane but had the option to inflict unnecessary pain if he felt it was needed. This option allowed him to enforce rules and behavior on those under his care. I realized that however I behaved that behavior would set the tone for the methods and behavior of the chief executioners and their staffs for years to follow and I resolved to set a good example. For instance there would be no rape allowed, willing sex ok , but no rape. Executions would be mostly by shooting except for the odd case or crime, a single bullet to the head or chest followed by a period of time to ensure death and the disposal of the body. There would be no witnesses but all executions would be taped. No group killings, each person would face death alone but would not be forced to preview their own end. Good behavior would be rewarded and troublemakers would pay. And so the final unit took form and began to function until today we have a smooth running group of people who treat those entrusted into their care properly and who take both pride and pleasure in their work. I no longer handle the execution of men but do perform the duty for women, partly because I like it and partly to ensure it is done properly. I have a woman who was a rape victim and spends her days getting even, does a nice professional job too, never lets her enjoyment interfere with doing the job right. Let’s hear from a customer.

My trial was short and final- guilty as charged- sentenced to death. I was held in the central prison until the word on the review was received. Upon the review finding that I had no reason for a new trial or any grounds for mercy I was moved to the death house. A windowless plain structure built solid as a fortress with only one gate and surrounded by rings of razor wire and electric fences. Gun towers and lights gave meaning to the signs warning about dead lines and free fire zones. I was checked in a small office just inside the gate, stripped, read the rules, and taken to my cell. The rules were simple- I was already dead and there was no way out of here except dead, how I died was dependent on how I behaved- cause trouble and die hard- be a good girl and go easy, the next time I left my cell would be to die, I could ask for simple things and expect to receive them if I’d been good and they were available, sex was allowed if both parties were willing but rape was a no no, I would be naked for the rest of my life but the rest of my life was only a week or so, two meals a day - all I want but eat it all, and finally prepare myself to die and do so quietly and with dignity and class.

My week went fast and this morning I was told that today is the last day of the rest of my life[ I know - funny] I asked if there was time for a quickie before somebody came for me and the duty guard called a buddy and - well you know. When we were done there was two guards waiting outside. As my last lover left they entered and cuffed, blindfolded, and hobbled me. I was led a short distance through a few doors and sat in a heavy wooden chair with a seatbelt locking me in. The hobbles and blindfold were removed and I was left with three other women and two guards. Shortly there were six of us waiting to die in that small room. A tall older man entered, armed with two pistols, one a service automatic and the other a large revolver. Somehow I knew that I was seeing for the first time both the weapon and the man that would end my life. Standing in front of us “ Good morning ladies, as you may have guessed I am your executioner and it is now your time to die. There is nothing or no one that can save you and the only way out is dead. This is your last review and I suggest that you listen closely. You will be taken one at a time through the door behind me in a random order already chosen. Once in the execution chamber you will be led to the backstop wall and left standing facing the wall. I will ask you if you have been briefed and if your verdict and sentence have been reviewed with you. As you all have had this done you will answer yes. It will do no good to stand mute or to argue about anything because the question is only to show that you are aware of what is happening. You will stand for a short time as I make ready and then I will ask you to turn and face me. At that point I will have the gun aimed at you and I will ask if you are ready to pay for your crimes and if you are ready to die now. Do not waste my time or the last seconds of your life begging or attempting to prolong it, neither will work and may earn you a slug in the belly instead of one in the head or heart. You may ask me to shoot you in the heart if you are one of those women who do not wish to be shot in the face. I will allow you time for one last breath and then I will shoot you dead. Your body will lay undisturbed for fifteen minutes after which I will check for any signs of life. Is I find none it will then be removed for disposal. If I find any signs of life I will take whatever action is required to end them and then have your body removed. It is my choice as to where you will be shot and with what gun. A word of warning, I deeply enjoy everything about shooting you, the only thing I like better than watching the bullet strike and kill you is watching and listening as you scream in agony from a well placed gut shot. I am a sadist and tonight my girlfriend will get the living hell fucked out of her, however I am also a professional and as long as you follow orders and die without giving me any trouble I will grant you a quick clean death. As of this minute one of you has about ten minutes to live and another has about three hours so I suggest that you make your peace with god and prepare yourselves for the end. My assistants will be in shortly to start the process. I will see each of you soon and I do wish each of you the best and wish it was not necessary for us to meet this way. Good day ladies.”

My god, this is it. Sometime in the next three hours I will be taken to stand before a man who will enjoy it and he will shoot me dead. I don’t want to die, I’m too young, I’ve got too many things to do yet, I want to have kids, oh god. My thoughts are interrupted as the door to the death room opens and two large men enter, not me please- somebody else- I want to live just a bit longer. I am sure that all six of us share the same thoughts but only five of us will have our prayers answered. A large older woman is the unlucky one. Her fat droopy tits heave and flop as she stands begging for her life, once I thing she was well built and pretty but now she is old and tired and used. Somehow I know she has been going toward this time her whole life and that this is not a surprise to her. She falls quiet by the time the door closes and I wonder if we will hear the shot. I count my breaths so I can guess how long it will take and by fifty there is a muffled shot, four minutes from the door to the death chamber to the door to hell.

The first one of the day comes in, her eyes taking in the layout of the room. To the left and the right there are walls covered with rubber. Ahead is a large door almost like the ones in a hospital room, wide enough to admit carts or gurneys. In the center is a stand where I keep the paperwork, extra guns, ammo, and anything else I might need. The rubber covered walls have eyebolts to secure anyone who refuses to stand and receive the bullet quietly and the floor in front of them is a pit filled with black sand. There is a wash down system to flush the blood away between each execution and if you look closely you can see the marks in the rubber from the many bullets that have been absorbed by it, bullets that had already passed through flesh. My file tells me about her, always in trouble, each case just a little worse that the last. Finally a judge who said enough and found her a career criminal and sent her to me. All goes as planned, she stands quietly as I ask her the questions and she answers yes, she turns to face my gun and almost seems to dare me to do my worst. Before I can ask her if she is ready to die she spits on the floor and says “lets get it over with”. My round strikes her high in the center of her chest and drives her back to the wall where she hangs before sliding down to kneel sitting on her heels. Her hands flutter over the wound for a second before her strength fades and she fall to the side. Blood flowing from the hole forms bubbles as her lungs function for a while but soon the gurgles fade and the blood flow slows. The sharp smell of piss mixes with the coppery smell of blood as she dies. After a short wait I grab her hair to pull her head back exposing her throat. A flash of steel as the knife opens her neck up from ear to ear severing the blood vessels and her windpipe. There is no spurting but only a slow trickle as the blood in her drains into the dark sand, she is dead. I push the button and as I fill out the death report she is loaded onto a low cart and removed. The wash system flushes the blood away and the sand is raked smooth for the next one.

I hold my breath as the door opens and the two choosers of the dead enter. Please not me, not yet. Again they choose somebody else, a young blonde, skinny and scared. She follows them through the door and is gone without a word or a struggle. Once again I count and once again the single shot.

Ah yes, the get away driver. I believe her story about not knowing what her boyfriend was up to when the stick up went bad and the clerk was killed but she had ample time to go to the cops and didn’t so she is guilty and is here. Over the years I have learned to predict the actions of most and this one will not stand quietly to die. She will turn and run at the last second. I watch as the reality of the situation strikes her. She just sobs at my first questions and as I raise the gun I see her muscles tense. Before I can order her to turn she breaks. My rushed shot hits her in the right shoulder blade and blows through the skinny body to exit by the nipple on her right breast. Her motion twists her as she falls and she lands on her back with her arms and legs spread. Eyes looking into mine she tries to speak but cannot find the air or the means to beg. Only her eyes plead for her life but there is no mercy here. That she lays in the sand bleeding to death is her fault and I leave her for the full fifteen minutes as I work on paperwork and other busy work. Still I am very aware of her and watch closely as the blood fills her lungs, the gasps are music and when the waiting time is up I walk to her and watch as she watches me aim and fire. The heavy slug enters under her chin and angles up to blow the back of her head apart. The scrambled signals from her nervous system sent her into convulsions but it is only the meaningless movement of a dead body. I wish that I was in her but watching is almost as good, besides I have the tapes and can watch again as I fill my girlfriend

Once again I luck out for the third to die is a mousy woman that has been so quiet that I failed to notice her before she is stood up and led out to die. A mother from the marks on her body she goes quietly and leaves no hole in the room.

The mouse surprises me, a husband killer she pled guilty due to stress from being married to an abuser and claimed she acted to save her children from him. She enters and takes her place by the wall, answers in a firm voice and turns to stand with her head held high. She is ready to die and takes a deep breath as she prepares herself to receive the bullet. From her file I would have picked her as a beggar or one of the beaten ones that don’t seem to know what is happening. Instead she stands and faces death bravely. I owe this one the cleanest death I can provide and the carefully aimed slug impacts just under her nose to blast her back brain out through the rear of her shattered skull. The body drops boneless to the sand and there are just a few twitches as it lays there. Again the slit throat at the end of the waiting time proves her death and the cleanup is done.

Another shot announces the death of the third woman. Half of us are now dead and I wonder how much longer I have to live. The other two left share looks with me and it is plain that we all share the same thought, am I next or will it be her to die. The wondering and waiting is getting to me and part of me hopes that I am the next one. The wait between the shot and the next choosing seems longer each time and my mind is filled with the images of what I think is happening. I see the condemned standing until the shot hits her, I see the spray of blood and the fall, I see the limpness of death, and I feel the shock and pain of each bullet as it takes a life. I wonder at the treatment my corpse will receive, gentle handling and respect or just treated like a piece of rotting meat to be disposed of as quickly as possible. It is the tall girls turn this time and she is led away. Her long legs and small tight ass make me jealous, her ass and her long blonde hair and the perfect tits and the pretty face. None of them help her now - in fifty breaths she will be dead meat and no one will admire her ever again.

Number four is a call girl who objected to a client’s demands half way through the act. One thing led to another and he ended up with a knife in the ribs and his money and credit cards in her purse. Once again if she just called the cops she could have pled self defense and walked but she didn’t. I enjoy the view as she is walked in and stood in front of me and I delay the normal process a bit. Too bad I never have sex with the clients here, this one had a killer body and looked like she knew what to do with it. Oh well on with the job. She turned and started to show off, trying to postpone the end. She posed and without words offered herself to me in return for just a few minutes more. Stupid whore, like I would let her trade a poke at her for a delay in her execution, not a chance. Pissed I let the sights drift lower until I was aimed at her solar plexus. I let her stand there hoping I was thinking over her deal and when I saw the glimmer of hope in her blue eyes I shook my head no and squeezed the trigger. Breath driven from her body she rebounded off the wall to fall face down on the sand. The hole centered between her shoulder blades spoke of a severed spine and the lack of movement confirmed it. Her arms still worked and she clawed at the sand. The pain of the hit in the nerve bunch combined with the blood lost and her inability to breathe soon ended her pathetic attempts to escape her fate. Distaining to touch her I pumped rounds into the blonde hair until her head was blown apart and shapeless.

The sudden burst of gunfire startled me and I couldn’t think of a reason for it. All remained silent until the two returned. They stood just inside the door for a second and looked at a list and at us. Finally just as I was ready to scream at them to just pick one of us they came over to me. Me heart jumped as one bent over and twisted my wrist. I thought that my tome had come and he was unhooking me but he read out the case number written on the back of my hand as his partner checked the list. At the shake of the list holders head I was left and the other girl was taken away leaving me to wait alone.

Smiles from my crew as they led in number five told me that my little joke on the last one had worked and I turned my attention to the job at hand. Number five was one of those cuddly broads who pack a six foot body into five feet. Big tits and ass separated by a small waist. A bit over the hill but still nice she had been caught carrying drugs. Automatic death unless there is something special to save you and this dumb broad didn’t know anything worth trading for. She was so swallowed up by her self pity that she hardly knew where she was and what was happening. Led dumbly and slowly to her dying place she stood with her head down and shoulders drooping. I received no response to my questions until she turned to face me. When I asked if she was ready to die she raised her face and told me to “go ahead, kill me, that’s all everyone’s wanted anyway so just get it done”. Her face dropped and she inhaled raising her large boobs as a target. I fired twice before she fell and each of my shots punched through a nipple. The two heavy caliber slugs tore through her and destroyed her lungs leaving her to gasp out her life in the sand. She lay there with her mouth working like a gaffed fish’s as life slipped away. One hand holding each ruined breast she died looking down at them and trying to seal the holes with her fingers.

I took my time and cleaned up all the paperwork that I usually save until after I had finished for the day but I had a reason to do it now. I told the guys that after the last one was in here they all could call it a day and asked them to tell the two in the holding area the same, I’d finish the last one myself and clean up later. I had some things to take care of.

This time there could be no more waiting, it was my turn to pay and I was ready. The waiting and watching all the others leave to die had gotten to me and all I wanted to do was end it. I never wanted to hear another gunshot and watch in my mind as a body falls to lay still and bleed. I waited for the return of the men who would take me to my death almost as I waited for Christmas morning, come on isn’t it time yet- do I have to wait any longer? Finally the door opened and they almost had to restrain me from running through it. I went to the place indicated and stood quietly until the door closed behind them and I was left alone with my executioner. I could hear his footsteps as he moved around behind me. This wasn’t the way he had described what would happen. My muscles were starting to cramp before he said anything.

The last one of the day, the special one, the one I had planned for, the one I had waited for these long months, she was here now and now it would end. Young, good looking, and the one that I would break my own rules for. “ Do you see her when you close your eyes , do you hear her cries at night when you sleep, does the memory of her broken body haunt you? Do you pray for death to finally give you peace or is the only thing you care about is the fact that you got caught and will have to pay for her? Tell me bitch.”

My god what was he saying? How does he know so much? Who is he? His voice asks if I have been read my sentence and my death warrant and when I answer yes he orders me to turn and face him.

She faces me and the shock on her face is clear. Things aren’t going as she thought they would and she is clearly confused about what is happening. “ I asked you a question bitch, answer it. Do the memories of her haunt you or have you buried them with her under your self pity? You traded her life for a few drinks and a good time, does it bother you that now you have to trade your life to pay the bill or do you go willingly to balance your actions? Answer me.”

“I’m sorry that she died but I did not mean to hurt anyone, I never even saw her until after the accident, I’ve never been in trouble before. And yes sometimes I do think about her and I wish it had never happened and I could go back to my life.”

“Wrong answer bitch. That little girl was my niece and her death ruined my brother’s life. Because you needed to drink and drive his baby girl was killed by you and his wife committed suicide last week rather than live with the pain. If I could I would send you to a place where there is nothing but pain and agony but I’ll have to settle for sending you to hell.” The small gun barked and a red flower blossomed just above her pubic hair.

I listened as he spoke of his anger and his hate and knew that he would never grant me an easy death but I never dreamed he would turn an execution into a torture session. I had no noticed the small pistol in his hand but instead had only the ones in the holsters on his belt. I never knew it was there until the pain exploded in my belly. Fire raced through me and I staggered until I was leaning back against the wall mewing in pain. I was wrapped in my own agony until he grabbed my breast and used it as a handle to spin me around and throw me down to the ground. My god he’s naked and his cock is huge. Suddenly he is forcing his way into me, each push , each movement is agony. Now it is in me fully and I never have taken one so big, he’s tearing me up as each pounding thrust sends waves of pain surfing through my body. The endless rape pushes me to the edge of sanity and a bit beyond. The spray of his climax brings hope that all that is left is to die but he is not going to allow me to escape that easily. Blows rain down on my breasts and my teeth are knocked loose. I am covered with bite marks as he rips and tears my flesh. I can feel the blood leaking from my pussy and wonder if it from the rape or the gunshot. He kicks me over onto my stomach and laying over me begins to bugger me. I feel the tight ass ring tear as he blasts his way in. I’ve never taken anyone there and the pain is exquisite. Again the impacts sent the explosions of agony through my body. I never dreamed there was pain like this and would have thought that it would have killed me all by itself before now. But somehow I live and suffer and he still pounds away at my ass. Will it never end or will it last forever? He does end the rape but I can’t tell if he came or not, the pain covers over any such minor things and I hardly notice when he pulls out. Something is in my mouth but I am losing the reason with which to think about anything but the fires burning in and on me, the fires that drive me back from reason and confine me to a small place surrounded by untold and unimaginable suffering. I have never know anything else and there is nothing in the world except for the fires that sear me.

I have brutally raped and corn holed her, I have had my prick lubricated by her blood and washed the blood and shit off in her mouth and still I hate her. I whip and bite and tear her flesh until I notice that she no longer responds. She has gone to a place where I can no longer reach her. It is not a good place for her because the pain still rules her there and surrounds her with it’s flame. My work is done and I have sent her to a place where time has no meaning in the face of timeless agony. All I need to do is watch as she pays for her crime. Still, I wish there was more. She no longer looks like the same young party animal that destroyed my brother’s world, she lays writhing in the sand, bleeding from a hole in her belly and from both her cunt and asshole, her once cute tits are torn and bruised, her face is broken and frozen in a mask of unbelievable pain, and the mind has fled leaving only the body to suffer. I bring a chair and settle in to spend the night watching her pay knowing that she already has paid too high a price but I do not care. She will not last until morning, I will sit and watch however long it takes and at the end I will be able to tell Sue and little Becky to rest easy, its over.