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THE DICE
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 She didn
\u8217\'92t know if it was the smell of strong tea of the banging of the door that
awakened her. As she climbed back toward the land of the living she wondered about
being awakened. That almost never happened. Ever since she had been sentenced to
die about the only time anybody bothered her was to bring her food or to demand
sex and neither happened in the morning. She looked up to see Bucky enter the cell
. She didn\u8217\'92t know his name but he was nicknamed for his teeth. Regardless
of his looks she was grateful for the tea, it had been a long night. She was used
to being visited by one or three guards a night, raping her seemed to be a job
perk but last night was just too much. Bucky had been the first as he had been every
night since she got here and she had come to realize that she somehow was his.
He was not unkind and often brought her goodies so at least she befitted from the
relationship even if she had nothing to say about it. Last night there had been
an endless line of hard cocks waiting to enter her, she had been taken in every
hole and by singles and groups. Now the rigors of the night had left her sore and
stiff as well as very tired. She was still leaking cum from her holes and some
of it had dried only to crack and pull at her skin as she moved. She suspected that
she was under Bucky\u8217\'92s care because he spoke a bit of English. \u8220\'93
Missy get up now, must hurry, drink tea fast, we must go.\u8221\'94 she groaned
as the movements required brought fresh aches to the surface but at least the hot
tea washed the taste of stale cum away. As she stood the thin gown fell back to
cover her body. It was even dirtier than she was, indeed it was stiff in places
from all the pecker tracks on it. Even when it had been new it wasn\u8217\'92t
much more than a thin shapeless sack that just covered her ass.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 She had
been caught in the company of some guy that had been carrying dope and her protest
that she didn\u8217\'92t even know him had not been believed. There had been a
short trial and by the end of the week she had been told that she was sentenced
to death for drug smuggling. Here she was, not even old enough to vote and now she
never would be. The man from the consulate had tried but in the end all he could
do was to ask for mercy. She had been stripped, washed, raped, and left to wonder
about it all. She had achieved her dream of being popular however, her long blonde
hair and her high firm tits had made her the most sought after fuck toy in the
place at first. After the first few weeks thought the mob had shrunk down to Bucky
and a few others. Until last night, last night had been the worst ever. There must
have been twenty or thirty dicks stuck in her. Now this early morning awaking.
What was up?
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 She had
her hands tied behind her back and was led toward the shower room. The thought
of a shower was heavenly even if it was a cold one but she was led past the door
and down the hall to another one. The room was tiled from floor to ceiling with
white ceramic tile and there was a large drain in the center of the floor. She
spotted some tie rings scattered about on the walls as well as the floor and ceiling
and there were ropes tied to some of them. A low short cot was set up next to the
drain hole. \u8220\'93Missy take clothes off now and on bed get.\u8221\'94 Her
first thought was that it was time for more rape as two other guards entered. She
was wrong. Laid on her back and tied to the cot with her legs tied up to overhead
rings and her ass hanging off the end over the drain she was treated to a douche
and had the pleasure of a warm soapy enema followed by a very complete washing.
After she had finally empted her bowels into the drain she was untied and rinsed
for the last time. Toweled off with a rough piece of cloth she was next led to
a chair and all her hair was shaved off, all of it, every follicle from her head
to her toes was shaved clean. Brushed off and retied she was led out and down the
hall once more.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 By now
she was becoming worried. They were going to a lot of trouble and she could not
figure out why. She should have thought of the obvious, she was under sentence
of death and so she should have thought of that but somehow she expected some warning
before she would be executed. She was thinking about more rape or torture or who
knows what. She was led into an office and untied to stand in front of an empty
desk. Another door opened and a man entered, big man, fancy uniform, gun on his
hip, and carrying a small briefcase. Sitting and opening the case he threw three
dice on the desk. Odd dice though. Three different colors, red, black, white.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28\u8220\'93
You will throw the dice, one at a time or all at once. No questions allowed. Do
it now.\u8221\'94 by now she was scared and her hands were shaking as she picked
the dice up and rolled them against the back of the briefcase. He looked forward
at them and wrote down the results. She looked also. Red five, black two, white
six, she wondered what it meant. Unknown to her she had just set the rules for
her killing. The red die choose the place where she would be shot, the black choose
the weapon and the number of shooters, and the white set the amount of time she
would stand waiting for the impact of the bullets.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Tied
once more she was taken to the place where she would die. A smallish room with one
wall covered with sandbags. There was a stool in front of the sandbags with a hangman
\u8217\'92s noose dangling over it. She panicked and tried to run but nice old Bucky
slapped her into quiet. \u8220\'93you here to die now. Stand on stool. We rope
you. You stand until you shot. Stool collapse. You hang until dead. Have choice,
you step off stool and hang now or wait for shooting. Hanging slow but now, shooting
quicker but must stand and wait. You choose.\u8221\'94 She was shaking so much
she thought that she would fall as the noose was placed around her neck and pulled
up until she was forced to stand tall and still. Bright lights came on to blind
her to what was happening on the other side of the room. She could hear metallic
noises that she took to be guns being prepared.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 The dice
had set her almost the worst death possible. The red one scored from one to six
with each number denoting a different target on her body. 1 was her head, 2 was
her right tit, 3 was her left tit, 4 was her bellybutton, 5 was her pussy, and
six allowed the marksmen to choose where they wished to shoot her. The black one
scored 1 2 or 3 as pistol while 4, 5, or 6 were rifle. The 1 and 4 meant one shooter
, 2 and 5 meant two, and 3 or 6 meant three bullets would strike her. The white
die granted her five minutes for each number, she would stand and wait for thirty
minutes unless she stepped off the stool to hang. If she had known what the dice
had chosen for her she would have been better off to have done that but she wanted
to live as long as possible so she chose wrongly.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Her hands
were freed and everyone left her alone to face her death. \u8220\'93Mary Beth Simmons
, you have been tried under the law and found guilty of a crime deserving of death
. It is now time for you to pay for your actions. You may choose to end your life
yourself by simply stepping off the stand under your feet or you may stand until
the firing squad ends you life for you. I strongly advise you to stand still until
you are shot. Any movement on your part may cause the bullets to strike you in
a nonfatal place and then you would suffer a slow hanging. As of this moment you
are dead. Make your peace with whatever god you worship and may he have mercy upon
your soul.\u8221\'94 Her knees buckled but the rope pulled her up short before
she fell and she managed to stand back up.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 She managed
to force herself to stand straight as she awaited the impact of the bullets. Unaware
of the conditions set for her by the random roll of the dice she was expecting
only a short wait before several high powered rifle slugs would blast the life from
her body. She stood and waited. And waited. Somewhere there was a clock that ticked
away her life. She could hear it along with the faster beating of her heart. Bada
boom, bada boon, tick, bada boom, bada boom, tick. Her legs were shaking and threatening
to collapse but she was damned if she was going to give them the spectacle of her
nude body dancing on the rope. Besides she still wanted every second of life she
had left and was not going to willingly surrender any of them. There were still
noises coming from the darkness in front of her, still voices and thumps, clicks
and clacks. Those that would kill her were still out there and were ready to apply
the death sentence.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 The clock
continued to count down the time she had left and she wondered how many more ticks
she had left, how many more times would her heart beat before it was shattered
by the lead slugs? The time both dragged and flew by. She tried to count her breaths
but each new sound spooked her and she would lose count. How much longer would
they make her wait before the end came. The black wings of death were hovering over
her, she could feel the cold draft from them and she was shivering as the sweat
poured from her shaking body. Just before she was ready to step off and end the
horrible wait there was a pair of clicks from the darkness. As she tried to look
past the lights she saw two small flashes.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 The impacts
took her in the belly, low in the belly, one struck her just at the top of her
pussy slit and the other a couple of inches higher and off to the left side. Of
course she was unaware of the exact placement, all she felt was the strike of the
twin slugs and the soft muffled sound of the shots. She was knocked back and lost
her footing, she was hanging, being strangled by the hard rope. There was no pain
yet and she managed to find the top of the stool and regain her place of safety
there. Her mind was stunned and confused, she had been shot but not where she had
expected, there was no pain, just a numbness and she was still alive. Now what?
If you lived after being shot did they let you go or did they shoot you again? Her
crotch felt wet and her fingers explored the area. She found the holes and the
blood that was leaking from them. There was more running from her pussy, piss hole
, and ass. Her legs were being painted with it, not only blood but piss and the
remaining contents of her bowels. Although she did not yet realize it her wounds
were fatal but they would not kill her. She stood and waited for whatever would
come next.
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28 Next
was the pain, terrible burning pains, cramps that drew her legs up until she was
hanging be the forgotten rope. She could force herself to stand but only at the
cost of absolute agony in her belly. The dance on the end of the rope was slow
and very sexy as she struggled to find the one place that would allow her to both
lessen the fire in her guts and still breathe. She tried one leg up and the other
down, she tried to squat as low as the rope would let her, she tried to lift herself
up by her arms. Nothing gave her any relief so the dance continued. No longer interested
in nor even aware of anything else she struggled. The blood flowed and she weakened
but still she danced. She slipped in the pooling blood as she fought but she still
danced. She could still hear both her heart as it beat faster and faster trying
to pump the smaller and smaller amounts of blood to her body, the clock still ticked
as it timed her last minutes but she was not listening to either. She was dancing
for her life. She was dancing to avoid the dark wings that were hovering over her
. Men and women entered the light and they were overcome by her dance. They coupled
in front of her, acting out a celebration of life as she danced to her death. She
did not see or hear them as they reacted to the raw sensually of her dance. Her
vision was clouding and darkening as her dancing slowed. Now she could hear the
desperate thumping of her heart and the raspy breath sounds as she fought for each
tiny sip of air. The dance was almost over, she was losing the ability to hold
herself up enough to breath. The rope was winning with the help of the two bullet
holes that allowed her life\u8217\'92s blood to drip away. She still danced but
it was only a slow parody of her earlier efforts. At last her legs failed her and
she slipped off the stool to hang twitching and gurgling. Her dance was over and
it was time for the dark wings to enfold her and carry her away. She had paid the
price even though it was not a bill she owed.
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