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by MechaBlade She was sweeping up the shop when Alexander came in. "Show me your pussy," he said with a lecherous grin. Petra sighed. She had long known about his crush on her, but he had never been so direct and offensive as he was being right now. "Show me your pussy," Alexander repeated, "and I'll make this all go away." Confused, Petra looked around her shop. "Get out of here, Alexander," she told him. "Last chance. Show me-" "Get out of here!" she shouted. Alexander left the shop with a creepy smile. Disgusted, Petra tried get her mind back into her work. There was a lot to be done today, and the cleaning was just the first part. Yet, soon enough her mind drifted back to Alexander and how brash he'd become since he became a police officer. It was as if he thought the badge gave him license to do whatever he pleased. A few moments later, Alexander entered Petra's shop again, followed by other officers. "For goodness sake..." Petra mumbled. "What's this now?" Captain Pavlovich stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Petra Novacova?" "Yes?" "You're under arrest for the publication of subversive literature." Two men approached Petra and bound her hands. "What in the world are you talking about?" "A short time ago you wrote 'A National Tragedy', an essay criticizing this great country's government and its glorious leaders." Petra's eyes widened in disbelief, remembering the paper she wrote so long ago. "The extreme nature of the content has lead us to one conclusion: this essay was meant to incite anti-government sentiment and you, its author, are a traitor bent on destroying this great country." "I wrote that years ago!" she cried, "For school! It was never published." "Incorrect. It was submitted and published in a local anti-government tabloid last month. The editor of this magazine was, of course, hanged. We will soon see if you will share his fate." "That's impossible!" she screamed, pulling back against the men attempting to walk her outside. "I didn't submit anything! I don't even know where that essay is anymore! Someone else must have..." She trailed off as she looked at Alexander, his timid eyes shining brightly at the moment. "This is insane!" "Don't worry," Alexander said as she was lead out her shop. "If you are innocent, it will come out during the trial." *** Petra had known better. The moment she was arrested, she had no hope of being declared innocent. She had long known that no man nor woman was given a fair trial anymore. The government was too concerned with catching traitors and terrorists to investigate the corruption within local police forces. The only question was whether they would give her a simple public flogging or they would hang her. Sure enough, a few days after being admitted to jail, an officer came to tell her that her trial had been held and she was found guilty. The punishment: death by hanging. Public hanging had become the government's new favorite method of capital punishment. The government had recently decided that humiliation was an excellent way to deter crime, and there was no method of execution that was quite as humiliating as hanging. Or at least such was the case with the way the government now hanged criminals. For example, the police focused on arresting and executing female criminals more than male criminals. The main reason was not that the government was seen as being more impartial for reversing its predilection towards executing men, although that was an added bonus. The main reason was that the family of the daughter, mother, wife, cousin or niece being hanged was more humbled by the execution of their female family member than they would have been by the execution of a male family member. The shock of seeing the weaker sex put to death jarred the victim's family and even the unrelated general public to their cores. And people consequently frowned upon any wrongdoing, warning wayward friends and relatives: "I wouldn't do that if I were you. If they can hang that pretty schoolteacher, Miss Kristoff, they can hang you, too." For the same reason, most of the women hanged were young women in their teens and twenties. Petra wept bitterly with the news of her impending execution. Was she really going to die for spurning Alexander's advances? And was he really so powerful that he could hang an innocent girl like herself? He had stated that he would have made "this all go away" if she had shown him her pussy. Once her arrest was put in motion, did he have the power to let her go free? She knew his father was powerful, but had never seen Alexander himself do anything of significance. Her one small consolation was that none of the officers touched her in jail, unlike the women in neighboring cells. Every night she heard the screams and cries of incarcerated women forced to satisfy the lusty desires of police officers. Yet, she knew she her only chance of surviving would be to capitalize on Alexander's lust for her. *** The day came. Alexander was the one who came to take her. He opened her cell door, telling her to come forward. Angry, humiliated tears stung her eyes. She wanted to hit him, to tear into his face and make him beg for forgiveness. She especially wanted to know why he had done this to her. But her time was short and she did what was most prudent. "You can see it if you let me go free," she told him. She struggled with the words, but knew she had to make herself clear. "I'll show you my p-p-pussy." She held her dress tight, ready to show him what he wanted to see so badly. Alexander merely laughed. "I'll see your little pussy in a few minutes anyway." Alexander was referring to the fact that hanging victims were hanged naked. It was one of the many ways of ensuring a humiliating death. The victims' loved ones were even more likely to avert their eyes, but the government knew that nude hangings always summoned a larger crowd and, thus, a more successful hanging. It was mostly useless for the family to avert their eyes anyway, since the bawdy and often drunk crowd would whistle, jeer, and mock the features of the victim when she appeared nude on stage. "I'll let you... I'll let you f-fuck me," she stammered. Her pretty freckled cheeks burned red. It was humiliating stooping to this level, but he had to accept her offer. He simply had to! He snickered and walked her out of the jail. Petra began to panic. For reasons she couldn't comprehend, her offer for sex didn't work and now she was actually going to die. This was maddening! She had done nothing wrong! The bright morning sun hit her as she was taken outside. She saw the wooden hanging stage before her. A crowd had already gathered. One woman stood nude on the stage, a noose hanging in front of her head and a stool before her feet. Alexander turned to her. "Strip," he told her. "Please, no. Please, please, Alexander. Don't do this!" He fingered his baton. "Don't anger me, Petra. Just do as you're told." Petra felt sick. She stripped off all her clothes silently, tears streaming down her face. Alexander watched her with a growing smile. She had a lovely body: modestly plump breasts; a small, round bottom. Freckles sprinkled her back and arms; there were even a couple on her lily white ass. When she was completely nude, he nonchalantly slid his hand down her belly, trailing his fingers through her curly brown pubes and brushing her hands away to slide between the lips of her pussy. "Yesss," he whispered. He molested her nude body in broad daylight, easily visible to the front rows of spectators whom were ambivalent to Petra's torment. Though the crowd mostly turned their eyes to the young woman already standing on the stage, a few eyes watched Alexander play with Petra's labia with mild interest. She hung her hands limply at her sides, letting him explore her body in hopes it might win her some favor with Alexander. Then, as Alexander was binding Petra's hands behind her back, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I'll let you go if you piss and shit into the bucket and you don't miss a drop." Another humiliating factor of hangings was the fact that humans urinate and defecate either immediately before or right after death. In other countries it was bad enough that hanging victims left brown spots on the back of their dresses. Those unfortunate enough to be hanged where criminals were hanged naked would suffer the ultimate humiliation of relieving themselves in front of everyone. Gawking spectators could watch as the victim's urine and feces emerged from their respective orifices and soiled the floor of the stage. Thousands of Petra's fellow countrywomen had taken their last shit and piss this way. Particularly cruel executioners would leave a bucket under the victim to catch her urine and feces and give it to the victim's family. The falling waste would mostly miss the bucket, but the fact that the bucket was mostly empty did little to console the family of the victim, who now had only her leavings to remember her by. Petra's eyes went wide. Her first instinct was one of panic, since didn't know if her bladder and bowels would be able to produce anything. However, she soon realized that if Alexander had not given her a break thus far, he was not likely to let her go even if she did what he said. She squared her jaw and put her chin up. She wasn't going to die on her back under Alexander, nor on her knees following his orders. She was going to die like the proud young woman she was. Alexander led her to the stage where she stood before her own stool and noose. From the moment Petra had stepped on the stage she kept her gaze downwards to avoid making eye contact with anyone in the crowd. But she soon looked up and scanned the crowd, searching for any familiar face that might help her get through this. But there was no one. Her parents, her sisters, even her cousin were nowhere to be found. It was just as well. She didn't need her family to see her in her weakest moment: naked, humiliated and sentenced to die. She instead focused on a little girl in the crowd who couldn't have been older than five. Unlike the adults, this girl wasn't there to laugh at her or call for her blood. She was innocent, with her whole life ahead of her. It brought a sad smile to Petra's face. The woman next to her was a pretty blonde. The executioner helped her onto her stool and into her noose. He informed the crowd, "Anastasiya Ivanov, you are being hanged for the crime of stealing. There is no room in our great country for thieves. Is there?" The crowd booed the young woman. "Do you have any last words?" The woman spoke: "Jesus, may you have mercy on my soul and have mercy on the fools before me who-" The blonde was cut off as the executioner laughed and kicked the stool away. The noose tightened as she dropped a few inches. The final insult to hanging victims was the government's new policy of hanging criminals with the "short drop." The traditional "long drop" way of hanging was a humane way to execute criminals. With the long drop, the amount of slack in the rope was calculated based on the victim's height, weight and strength. With 8 to 10 feet of slack, the victim's own weight would break her neck at the end of the drop, causing instant death. With too much slack, the only problem was that victims would fall too hard and the noose would decapitate them (also a quick death). However, with the short drop, the victim's neck was not broken and she would die of strangulation, typically between ten and twenty minutes. The condemned usually lost muscle control some time before death, which meant that when she shit and pissed herself, she was still alive. Such was the case with Anastasiya. The veins in her face bulged as she turned from red to blue. She kicked her feet futilely, choking out spittle. And a few minutes into her execution, a stream of urine trickled down her legs. Although the executioner had placed a bucket under her feet, little urine dripped into it. Most of it dripped onto the stage or was flung into the crowd as she swung to and fro, kicking her legs. The crowd erupted in cheers as she finally pissed herself and playful screams as the members of the crowd ducked and dodged her flying piss droplets. After a few more minutes she was still, save for the occasional involuntary twitching. Her bowels would move themselves soon. The executioner would leave her corpse hanging there for a few more days as a warning to any would-be thieves. Now it was Petra's turn. She stepped onto the stool and into the noose. "Petra Novacova!" the executioner called. Alexander watched her from the side of the stage. "You are being hanged for the crime of writing subversive literature. Do you not love this glorious country?" "I do," she said, her eyes still locked on the girl in the crowd. The executioner laughed. "Your actions have dictated otherwise. Have you any last words?" Petra's mind was a blank. She shook her head tearfully. "Very well." The executioner kicked the stool away. A jolt of intense pain coursed through Petra's body as the noose tightened around her neck. She kicked and wiggled, trying to maneuver to an angle that would be less painful. Her jerking caused her to swing to and fro over the stage like a pendulum. She was surprised when she felt the urge to void her bowels. She looked down at Alexander, who was smiling at her. She looked under her feet and noticed that the executioner had placed a bucket underneath her. Despite what she'd decided earlier, she felt she had nothing to lose by trying to please Alexander. She was going to end up voiding herself in front of all these people anyway. She looked away from the little girl in the crowd. What she was about to do next was too shameful to maintain eye contact. Petra stopped kicking until she swung only slightly. The audience gasped as she spread her legs wide. She realized that now not only could the crowd see her pussy, the front few rows could probably see inside. It was humiliating enough when they could see her breasts and pussy lips. She ignored this thought and pushed. Piss sprung from her urethra like a fountain at first, and then dribbled out slowly right below her. She could hear it splash in the bucket below her. Her piss stream dwindled and then ended. Now the hard part. She tried lifting her legs. It was difficult to concentrate because it felt like her entire body was being pulled apart. Her body quivering, she lifted her legs forward slightly. With her legs spread wide and swung forward she looked like a gymnast. And now even the back rows could see inside her pink pussy, no longer hidden behind the brown thatch of hair between her thighs. However, she'd successfully angled her body so that her asshole was directly above the bucket. She pushed and with little effort, her asshole blossomed and a small brown turd peeked out her bottom. The turd continued flowing from her ass until it became a nice thick rope. After about half a foot of her shit-rope slid out of her ass, it fell in the bucket with a "plunk!" The crowd grew noisier, impressed with her accuracy. "Bullseye!" shouted someone in the crowd. She kept going. A big turd poked at her asshole from the inside. It seemed too large to pass. God! She was in so much pain she couldn't think straight! Still, she maintained her position and her trembling asshole opened enough to let her big one slide a little farther. Soon, there was no resistance at all and her thick loaf of shit flowed right out of her ass. Then, another nugget of shit, the size of a large egg popped out of her ass. That seemed to be it. She was done pissing and shitting for Alexander. If it weren't for the noose, she would be devastated. After all, she didn't just shit and piss down her legs like other hanging victims. No, she spread her legs and put on a show for the whole town. Even the filthiest whores drew the line at showing strangers their pussies and tits. Petra had given everyone a excellent view of her most private act. But these thoughts only flew into her head momentarily. The pain of the noose made her ambivalent to humiliation. Her legs fell back down as she grew tired and dizzy. "Enough!" she heard a voice cry. "Cut her down!" Petra suddenly fell to the stage, barely missing her bucket. The noose around her neck was loosened. Gasping for air, she looked up and saw Alexander. "This one has learned her lesson!" Alexander said to a booing crowd. She lay there coughing and gasping for air, fresh piss still dripping from her cunt. Alexander had been true to his word. *** A woman entered the shop as Petra was organizing receipts. "Good morning, Bullseye, are my dresses ready today?" Many of the townsfolk had taken to calling Petra by her new nickname. It irritated her, but she ignored it. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ivanov, it will take another day," she told her customer. "The lace arrived late yesterday." "Very well, Bullseye. I'll call tomorrow." As Mrs. Ivanov left, Alexander entered the shop. "Good morning, Petra," he said. He was one of the few that still called her by her name. It did little to improve her opinion of him, since he now only visited her for one thing. "Show me your pussy," he said, smiling the same way he did when he first said it to her a month ago. Petra immediately dropped her underpants and lifted her skirt, revealing her furry brown pussy to him. She stood there and waited for him to finish admiring her body. |