Posted by Ripper X on July 04, 2003 at 21:45:30:
"All right, Ashe. Get out."
Danni winced as she stepped from the dark van into glaring sunlight.
She was surrounded by desert. The van was parked in front of some kind of
camp. Danni saw a tall, barbed wire fence and guard towers.
"Where are we?" she whimpered.
"You don't need to know that. Come on." Danni's heart pounded as they
led her to the gate. They had stripped her naked, leaving only her black
thigh-high stockings and matching stiletto heels. Her hands were cuffed
in front of her.
A small, obscure sign by the gate read "SASF." The guard at the gate
hailed them: "Who do we have here?"
"Danni Ashe."
"Finally got her, huh? Good work, boys. Take her on down." As the
gate closed behind her, Danni began to cry. She knew she wasn't going to
leave this place alive. Rows of featureless, gray barracks stretched out
in front of her. She saw women, hundreds of them. Some were barely
pubescent. Not one was over thirty. No woman in the camp had on any more
clothing than Danni did. And all were handcuffed.
They led her to a small shed, unlocked the door, forced her inside. It
was an elevator car. They got in behind her, closed the door, pushed the
"down" button. One of them lit a cigarette.
"What does 'SASF' mean?" Danni asked softly, staring at the floor.
"'Society Against Sinful Females.'"
"Is that some sort of church group?" she guessed.
"No. This is a government operation. It lets us handle porn queens
like you. For some reason, the Supreme Court seems to think that your
kind of filth should be protected. But not everyone in the government
cares for 'Danni's Hard Drive,'" the guard explained.
"What's going to happen to me?"
"Same thing that's gonna happen to that bunch upstairs. But you're
lucky. Since you're such a hot catch, they're doing you right away. You
don't have to wait around for it."
"How does that make me lucky?" she demanded, appalled at his attitude.
"We starve most girls for a week or two before we send 'em down.
That's to make sure they don't have any flab on 'em." The elevator came
to a halt. The two men pushed her helpless, handcuffed body out into a
small, fluorescent-white room. A bespectacled clerk looked her over.
"Name?" the clerk asked.
"Danni Ashe," one of the guards replied. The clerk typed it into a
computer, then reached under his desk and extracted a printout.
"Uncuff her," the clerk ordered. Danni felt a sense of relief as the
cuffs were unlocked. She began to massage her wrists, trying to restore
the circulation. "Sign here," the clerk told her, indicating a space at
the bottom of the printout.
"What is this?" Danni whispered.
"By signing this, A) you acknowledge that you are Dannielle Ashe,
proprietor of 'Danni's Hard Drive,' B) you forego the right to counsel, C)
you plead guilty to the crime of electronic obscenity, and D) you request
a sentence of death by slow torture. Then I countersign, granting your
request."
"I won't sign!" Danni cried.
"Of course you will," the clerk sighed. "you can sign now, or we can
torture you until you sign. You will die exactly 24 hours after you
sign. Until you sign, we will torture you twelve hours a day, seven days
a week. Believe me, you aren't doing yourself any favors if you don't
sign." With a trembling hand, Danni took the pen and signed her name to
the form.
"Table 117," the clerk directed. "Stretching, controlled asphyxia,
mutilation of primary and secondary sex characteristics. Thank you, Miss
Ashe."
"Please," Danni whimpered as the two guards led her down a dark
hallway. "Don't let this happen. I'll do anything you want. I'll fuck
both of you..."
The guards looked her over. "You've got a nice set of tits," one of
them admitted. "But I'm in the mood for a skinny one today. There's a
sixteen year old up there who hasn't eaten for a few days. I bet she'd be
real grateful for a candy bar..."
They entered a brightly lit room. It was very clean, all white tile
and polished chrome. It looked like an operating theater. And sure
enough, in the middle of the room was an operating table. But this table,
Danni noted, was outfitted with wrist and ankle shackles.
Danni was shivering as the guards helped her onto the table. She had
never been so terrified in her life. "Please," she sobbed. "I don't want
to die."
"You should have thought of that before you became a pornographess,"
the guard replied, locking the manacles onto her limbs. There was also a
tight, elastic strap that went around her throat. One of the guards
approached bearing what looked like an enormous chrome dildo. The dildo
was wired to a nearby console. He was greasing it up with some kind of
lubricant.
"Please, no," she whimpered as he slid the thing into her. Though
Danni's pussy was well-fucked, she felt it stretch to accept the huge
dildo.
Danni noticed that the other guard was adjusting some kind of apparatus
next to her bosom. "Breast skewers are all set," he said.
"Good," the other replied. "Let's get some lunch. I'm famished."
"Yeah, good idea. What are they serving today in the commissary?"
"Gyros."
"That little Greek girl?"
"Yeah."
"Wait!" Danni protested as they moved towards the door. "You can't
just leave me..."
"It's all automatic," the guard replied, throwing a wall switch.
"Don't worry; it'll be over in a day." The lights went out; Danni was in
total darkness. She heard the door click shut. The chamber was perfectly
soundproofed; she couldn't hear a thing from the corridor outside. There
was a whirring sound--her chains were getting tighter! She began to
squirm and whimper. Within moments the chains were uncomfortably tight.
Then it began to hurt. Her arms and legs were being pulled from their
sockets. She started to scream. Screaming made her feel ridiculous, since
there was no one to hear. She was being tortured by a computer, a machine
that wouldn't care if she screamed her lungs out. But somehow it didn't
hurt as much while she was screaming...
What was it the clerk had said? "Stretching, controlled asphyxia..."
Just as the phrase went through her mind, her throat strap began to
tighten. It stopped just as she began to gag, leaving her partially
strangled, in pain but able to breathe.
For a timeless time, the machine held Danni just like that, stretched
and strangled in the dark, squirming and struggling on the cold, hard
table. They had told her she had twenty-four hours to live, but she had no
way of telling how much time had passed. All she knew was that she was in
pain, and had been for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally the mutilation began. This was the part Danni had feared
most. Her body had brought her money, fame, endless pleasure. Of course,
it had also brought her here. But she loved her body nonetheless. She
loved her big, firm, round breasts. Men loved them, too. She never
really believed men who claimed to prefer small breasts. It was always
her breasts that drew men to her. Her female lovers favored her long,
straight, flaxen hair, but that was another story.
Now her breasts were to be mauled. She felt a sudden, stabbing agony
in the sides of her twin flesh spheres. The breast skewers! The computer
plunged long, sharp skewers into her tits, three on each side. Danni
howled in agony as the metal shafts shot through her tender breast meat.
But the pain didn't stop there. The shafts were hot, and they carried an
electric current.
The first breast shocks coincided with the first wave of electricity
from Danni's torture dildo. The pain from this horrible device was
crippling; it sent searing, sizzling agony directly into the largest, most
sensitive bundle of nerves on Danni's over stimulated body. Danni arched
her back, thrusting her breasts up into the darkness for no one to see.
She felt the skewers rip her tit meat as she moved, but that hardly
mattered now.
The dildo was more than a mere electrode. It began to open up inside
her now, unfolding like a horrible steel flower, pressing its cold, hard,
sharp edges against the walls of her pussy. No! She had already been
stretched to her very limit! Now she began to tear. She heard the tender
walls of her cunt rupture and give way. She felt warm blood flowing down
her thighs.
It wouldn't be long now, and the machine knew it. Now her chains grew
very tight, stretching her to the brink, dislocating her shoulders and
hips. She felt her tendons stretch as the chains grew tighter still. So
much pain...this was what it meant to be tortured to death, then. Thank
God it was almost over.
The strap grew tight around her throat, strangling her totally.
Everywhere the shocks increased: in her skewered breasts, in her ruined
cunt. She smelled burning meat. She began to convulse. She gagged
softly, unable to breathe. And then Danni joined the darkness which
surrounded her.
Sandi had been looking forward to her Middle Eastern holiday for nearly a
year. A senior in High School, the petite blonde cheerleader was majoring in
international politics, and wanted to understand more about this exciting and
important part of the world. She had been raised in a liberal household, and
understood how the peoples of the region were often unfairly maligned by the
US media. So it was with a sense of anticipation that she gazed out at the lights
of the exotic city through the taxi windows on her ride in from the airport. The
sights, sounds and smells of the teeming metropolis seemed to offer her a whole
new world of experience.
And for a while, that promise had held. A sun-drenched beach, a handsome
young man, a summer romance, a richly appointed villa - Sandi's holiday was
turning out wonderfully. And than catastrophe struck. Her new boyfriend began
demanding that she perform sexually for him in ways she found distasteful. At
first she reluctantly agreed, not wishing to annoy him. He seemed very well-
connected in this strange country, and his family were said to be very powerful.
But one night his demands went beyond her limits, and she flounced off in a
rage, after making several rather pointed comments about his lack of prowess in
certain areas.
What Sandi did not know is that the young man was not simply well off - his
uncle was the Minister of State Security. And in this country, that was the sort of
power one did not insult. She was shocked to discover, early the next morning, a
squad of police kicking the door of her hotel room off its hinges. She was
dragged, protesting that she was an American citizen, before a hastily
assembled court. The judge looked scornfully at her and told her she had been
charged with sexual immorality. He asked her if she had anything to say in her
defense. Sandi drew herself up to her full 5' 3" and began to recite a list of her
former boyfriend's sexual drawbacks. The judge smiled thinly.
"So you admit to engaging in these acts?" he asked quietly.
"At first yes, but them when he wanted me to..."
The Judge raised his hand for silence. "It is enough. Foolish child, you have condemned
yourself. This court finds you guilty as charged. The sentence is death. You will be
beheaded in the public square after Friday prayers this afternoon. Court adjourned."
Sandi stood in the dock, completely stunned. She hardly felt anything as the
police led her to the cells. Death? Beheaded? Wha...? Goddamn it, this was the
20th century. She was an American citizen! They couldn't do this! Could they?
The man from the US Embassy was most apologetic later when he visited
her in the cell, but apparently, yes they could. He explained to her about the
young man's uncle, the strategic importance of this country to US interests, the
vital need not to destabilize the regime by being seen to interfere in its judicial
process....oh, and did she have any final message to pass on to her parents
back in California?
Sandi finally understood that this was not a bad dream. She was not going
to wake up. These people were going to execute her, and her own country wasn't
going to help. She collapsed in a fit of sobbing. The Embassy man, who had
seen this sort of thing before, quietly left. He had witnessed this sort of justice
meted out far too often. He knew later he would have to deal with hysterical
parents, and collect and send home the girl's personal belongings. That was
hard. Even more difficult was writing a State Department news release trying to
justify the Embassy's inaction. Still, that was what he was paid for. He'd done it
before, and would no doubt do it again.
Sandi was now in a state of shock. She simply sat on her bunk, blind and
uncomprehending. She smoked cigarette after cigarette, hardly knowing she was
doing so. She was almost unaware when some female jailers opened the cell.
She was thrown a long white robe, and told to take her clothes off and put the
robe on. Listlessly, she did as she was told. When she was done, she stood up
while one of the woman jailers brushed her long, straight, blonde hair, which
hung down past her shoulders. The jailer expertly braided Sandi's hair and tied it
with a blue ribbon. This way it would be easier to keep the hair out of the way of
the executioner's blade.
Finally Sandi was deemed ready. Her hands were placed behind her back
and tied gently but firmly at the wrists with a length of stout cord. Then two of the
jailers took her by the arms and led her out of the cell. Sandi felt as if she was in
a trance. As if in a movie she saw herself being led down a long corridor,
through a door, and out into the still bright sunshine of late afternoon. There was
quite a crowd gathered in the main square to see the American girl beheaded.
They fell silent as the small group approached the raised platform.
Sandi looked up, and saw a roughly-carved wooden block in the middle of
the dias. It had a curved indentation in it. For her neck to rest on, Sandi thought
to herself. They're going to put my head on that block and cut it off. Oh my god,
this is ACTUALLY HAPPENING! She began trembling in fear, but the two
woman jailers held her tightly and led her up the steps. Sandi saw there was
plenty of sand around the block. Blood, she thought to herself. To soak up the
blood...MY blood! She turned, and for the first time saw the executioner. In
deference to religious sensibilities, no man was permitted to execute a woman. It
had to be another woman.
The executioner was a striking Arab woman in her early 30s, with dark hair
and full breasts which could be observed, even through the modest black robe
she wore. At her side, it's handle resting in her hand, was a huge double-bladed
axe. It glinted in the later afternoon sun as the executioner hefted it
experimentally. Sandi caught her eye. The Arab woman smiled and nodded, as if
to reassure the young girl that she would try to make the experience as quick
and painless as possible.
Sandi swayed in the unaccustomed heat as a legal functionary read out the
charge, the verdict and the sentence in Arabic. The crowd were utterly still now.
They leaned forward. No one wanted to miss a moment of the humiliation of the
power of the United States. They had nuclear weapons, but they could not
prevent the execution of a girl, one of their own. Some had brought their families
to watch the spectacle.
Sandi felt herself pushed to her knees in front of the block. Hands then
leaned her body forward so that her neck rested lightly on the curved
indentation. Sandi gazed hopelessly into the straw-lined basket that was placed
directly beneath, to catch her head. Blood was pounding in her head like a steam
hammer, and her body was trembling all over. Oddly enough, she felt quite
aroused. Her hands twisted behind her back, but the cord was bound far too
tightly. Sandi gasped, as the first waves of orgasm began to roll outwards from
between hr legs. A figure stepped in front of her, and she felt her braid being
slipped to one side. Then a thick black blindfold was wrapped around her head,
and tied tightly at the back.
Sandi was rocking gently back and forth now, her breath coming in short
gasps as she tried to conceal her sexual arousal from the onlookers. She heard
a movement in the sand as the executioner took up her position. The axe was
placed on Sandi's neck as the Arab woman prepared for her swing. Sandi barely
felt its sharp coolness against her soft skin. She was almost moaning with a
mixture of terror and pleasure. She felt as if she would burst with sexual energy!
There was a sudden swift whistling in the air above her.......