DEATH LOTTERY

   There are four of us in the room. Four young women, girls really who are waiting to die. Our deaths have ordered by the court in charge of the people's morality but we have not been told why. Each of us was just arrested and bought here without any formal charges or any chance to defend ourselves. I have been here the longest and the last one came only two days ago. I have spent two weeks here  stripped naked and daily raped and abused by our guards. We are not even afforded a private place to be raped, the beasts just enter and take us on the floor as they please. Nobody speaks to us except to issue orders so we know little about our fate. The only thing we know is that we are all going to die and soon. 
   A tall heavy man tells us to line up and to each reach into a bucket and remove two folded papers, one red , one black, but not to open or try to read what they say. After we all have chosen he takes them and writes one, two, three, or four on each pair and also on the back our left hands. The new girl asks what is happening and I wait for the usual response, a hard backhand across her face. I am suprised however as he just smiles and explains that we have just choosen how we will die and the order in which we will die. He futher states that today is the day and that it his job to end our lives. As the two newest sink to the floor screaming and crying I just think "at last I know" and " no more rapes after today" for I doupt the guards will miss their last chance at us.
   I was right for within a very few minutes the beasts crowded in and all four of the doomed were subjected to many rapes by the too many guards. At last the one sided orgy was over and we were cuffed and chained and led out. I could see the revolting mix of blood, shit , and jizz staining the other's legs and could feel the same on mine and hoped that least somebody would hose us off so we could die clean. It was not to be for too soon we were led outside into a courtyard with only the door we used and one solid gate large enough for a small truck. It was closed and there was a small truck parked next to it. Along side the truck were four large wooden boxes and with a start I realised they were coffins and one was mine, the thing I would spent the rest of time in, OH MY GOD NO.
   We were led to a bench and ordered to sit and chains were locked around our necks. A priest was babbling on as I looked about. 
My eyes soon spotted a gallows , a single post chewed by bullets, a garrotte post , an x cross , something like a set of stocks but built much heavier and with some kind of winch set in front of it, and a sharpend post about five feet tall and four inches across. I wondered which one was for me and which ones would not be used. Just then three more girls were led in and chained down and I heard their guards say something about a rush job just fit them inbeween the four of us. I was shocked be the thought that unless I was the first one this ment I would live longer, extra minutes of looking at sky and just breathing.
   The tall man came toward us an as he approched for one awful second I feared I was first, god I wanted those extra seconds. He passed me by and choose another. She sobbed as he half led , half carried her to the garrotte post. Her hands were cuffed behind her and around the post and as she stood there he adjusted the height of the deadly collar and placed it around her slim neck. Her half formed breasts bounced as she hypervenlated and waited. He did not offer her a hood but instead slowly turned the screw. I tried to tear my eyes away but the sounds of her murder kept drawing them back and I watched as she was slowly deprived of both air and her life. Her gasps and cries turned into weezes and then no breath sounds at all. Her legs ran and kicked the post and some times she was hanging from the collar. Her pretty face changed into a horror of dark colors and pain shaped features. With one last feeble kick and a rush of urine she lost the fight and just went limp and hung  from the collar that had snuffed her out like a cheap candle. The six of us could only sit and quietly cry for her and for ourselves as she was left hanging for some time and we waited. 
   When she was finally releasted from the deadly embrace there was one final horror. The tall man placed a block of wood under her neck and with a large ax cut her head off and stood back as his helpers dumped her body into her box. Just threw the pieces in like so much garbage. The next one was from the new bunch and fought so hard it took three to drag her to the stocks. Only her head went through the hole in the heavy wooden frame and her arms and legs were left free. A very heavy leather harness was strapped onto her head and was fitted tightly under her jaw and the back of her head. the cable from the winch hooked into a loop at the top of her head and tension was applied. They were going to pull her head off by brute force. As the force built her head turned so we could look into her eyes and watch as she could feel her neck being pulled apart. Her arms and legs seemed to be moving of their own accord trying to help but only thrashed around helplessly. Her screams died  down to gurgles as her windpipe closed down and then we heard the snap as her spine broke. She still moved for a bit longer but the spinal cord soon parted from the strain and her lower body went limp. Her eyes went wide in shock and suprise as she lost the rest of her body and realised that she could no longer breathe. The winch stopped and waited untill the life in those eyes died and then restarted and finished pulling her apart. There was no wait this time and her remains were dumped into the same box as the first girl.
   The third girl was choosen from the other end of my bench and was the youngest of us. She didn't fight but followed with tears dripping down and wetting her slim chest and it's small breasts. She stood as she was strapped to the bullet chewed post and  didn't seem to notice as all four helpers aimed guns at her .  Instead of all firing at once she was shot by only one at a time and I watched in horror as the first slug punched a small hole in her lower part of her slender belly just off to the left side. Her head jerked up as her small body rocked back from the force of the impact and for a few seconds she just looked suprised. I could almost watch as the agony spread from her holed belly to her brain and burst out in a long sobbing NOOOOO. The second round took her just to the right of her navel and drove the air from her lungs for a while. Two small streams of blood ran down and joined the piss she was leaking as it drippled down her weakening legs. The third shot punche d its hole just under her right tit and she sagged against ths straps holding her. Her screams aquired a wet quality and soon a trace of red showed on her lips almost like some terrible lipgloss. As her breathing grew more labored and ragged the last shot hit her lower down on the left and I realised they were trying not to hit her heart. She could no longer find the air or the will to complain and she seemed to just be waiting to die. Her head dropped foward and the blood leaking from the four wounds and bubbling from her mouth seemed to lessen. A small gush of piss signaled what I took for the end an the tall man must have agreeded for her soon had her taken off the bloody post and removed her head. At least she went into a fresh coffin.
   The oldest of the new ones was chosen next and was led as if in a trance to the gallows. The heavy noose was placed around her neck I waited for the drop. Instead she was lifted by a winch I had not noticed. The poor girl started to run and kick and I could hear the wind squeeking through her closing airway. Somehow she managed to free her hands from the cuffs, grabbed the killing rope and tried to lift herself to remove the pressure on her neck. She managed to lift herself several times but tired soon and dropped back to the waiting noose. I knew she would lose the unequal struggle and all she was doing was making a hard death into an awful one. She fought longer than I would have ever expected but the rope won and I again watched as a young woman became just a piece of meat to be dumped. There were only three of us left and I almost hoped I would be next. The extra life was not worth the price and I did not want to see any more heads and bodies dumped into boxes.
    He came over and looked at my hand and then unlocked the girl next to me. She screamed and fought but to no avail and was soon tied to the cross with her head down. Our killer had a large knife in his hand and gently tested it's edge by shaving a small patch of her fine pubic hair. Satisifed it was sharp enough he placed the tip beween the lips of her pussy and very slowly pushed it in. The sounds from her went higher and higher as the blade slid in deeper and deeper. He sank it to the hilt and just as slowly removed it. She hung gasping but he was not done. The reddened blade slid easily through her anal ring but for some reason she only moaned and just hung there. Her legs got pale and it seemed she was having a hard time getting air into her lungs. Her belly started to swell just below her ribs and her legs got so pale you could almost see the bones. It was getting harder and harder for her to find the air she needed and her large tits slowed their frantic bouncing . R educed to a slow bitter struggle for air she somehow managed to cling to what little life was left her as the wounds inflicted be her last savage lover slowly bleed her . The sound of her desperate fight faded away as the internal cuts steal more of her blood and send it instead to weight her lungs. Finally there is just not enough left and the tired damaged body just quits and becomes so much garbage. He does not remove her head instead with a savage slash he cuts her throat allmost to the spine and lets her bleed out before throwing her away.
   I was going to be last but the price was too  high and I tried ont ot watch as the other girl was carried to the garrotte post. Sh fought desprately for her life but in vain. He didn't bother to change the height of the collar even thought her short full body was shorter than the last girl to wear it. She was just held in place as he installed it and then they let her hang with her weight resting on her jawbone and the back of her skull. For a final payback for giving them so much trouble her hands were releasted and allowed to try to find any support they could. Even before the collar was pulled tight I could hear the weezing and she was already franticly scrambling for any support at all. Her nails clawed deep furrows in her face and neck as she dug trying to grab the edge of the steel collar. The rough wood of the post ribbed the skin off her legs as she tried to climb it by wrapping her ankles around and lifting herself. The killer and his aids watched the show for a w hile but finally he started to tighten the screw. Her hopeless struggle intensifed but did nothing to save her. She fought like a wildcat scratching and clawing but only managed to tear herself up more. The crushing embrace continued to squeese the life from her and I watched horrified as the battle raged toward it's only possible end.
   It finally was over and he came for me. As he removed my neck chain I stood still and waited for him to take me to my doom. I had learned not to interfere or make his job harder so I laid my hand on his arm and asked him which way did he wish me to go. If I was going to be killed I at least will go with as much control as I can. My resolve slipped when he led me to the impaling pole. I asked with my eyes - this is where I die- and he answered that this is what I had chosen that morning. I forced myself to stand as two short heavy sets of steps were set up by the pale. I was lifted by hands under my knees and armpits and gently set on top on the killing pole . I felt the heavy layer of grease on it as the point was started in my pussy. As it slid  in a few inches my legs were releasted and my weight was settled on the pole. My once tight cunt was being streched like I was in childbirth but I bit my lip and fought the pain. The tall man leaned in and wispered he would make i t go faster and freed my hands telling me If I could but pull myself down I would end my suffering sooner. He lied for as I bent down to grab the post I stopped the very slow slide down and besides it was too slippery to hold on to. Like some monsterous lover the phallis slowly worked it's way into me and I could feel it pushing organs out of the way. The early pain of being streched open was replaced with a red hot fountain of flame that based on my cunt and blew upward through my body and my whole world became washed with it's fire. I heard terrible screaming and didn't realise it was me untill I noticed It stopped whenever I drew a fresh breath. The other girl's deaths now seemed easy and humane in the face of my agony and I tried to pray of beg for an end but the pain was everywhere and controlled me. I had slid down enough so I was having a hard time breathing and my feet were almost to the ground. The part of the pole I could see was covered with a mix of grease and my  blood. I kept slipping down and the was getting dark and my lungs just could not seem to hold enough air. I could see the sun but it was still getting dark and I was so tired. So tired------.