                                                                    MEAT
execution

   Dead meat walking, she stumbled her way down the dimly lit aisle. The handcuffs were too tight and the leg irons rattled and wore at her skin. The guards acted bored and she wanted to scream at them for it. How could they be bored by what was the most drastic thing to happen in her life? They were met by the inner guards at the chamber door and after a brief flurry of paperwork she was admitted to the last door in the hall. There the blindfold was placed over her face and her clothes were cut off and left as a pile of rags at her feet.  She was photographed and measured before the door at the back of the room opened and she was led through it. Eyes, she could feel the eyes looking at her nakedness as she moved in the darkness. She was worth looking at, she was too large for fashion but most men would find her very appealing. Thirty eight C breasts, twenty three inch waist, and thirty six inch hips all lived under a mane of long red hair and a movie star face. Her tits had not yet given up the unequal battle against gravity  and still stood firm and proud. She was tall, almost six feet and most of it seemed to be leg. Her pubes were bald but did not show any of the inner lips. She was both very sexy and virginal. It was not the case. She was sexy but had ceased being a virgin several years ago when at the tender age of thirteen she had seduced her older brother. From there she had moved on to other conquests and had made one of the most popular porn flicks ever. It was her only one as she had decided that porn was not for her. She had renounced it and gone on to be a missionary and do good works. 
   Her mistake was to travel to a country where porn was a killing crime and once there to draw attention to herself by using her porn stardom as an example of sin and to denounce the religion in power there as wrongheaded. She was of course arrested and the trial was a forgone conclusion. She was a self admitted  sinner of the worst kind as well as one who challenged the elders that were the behind the scenes power. She must be removed at once. Thus she was standing nude in a room where she was classed as dead meat and soon would become just that.
   Words that she could not understand led to her being stopped and the leg irons being removed. Just as she felt a sense of relief at that her ankles were strapped to rings in the floor. Her handcuffs were the next to go but once again her hands were tied to cables reaching toward the ceiling and in seconds she was standing with her feet about shoulder width and her hands pulled high enough so her heels were lifted off the smooth tile floor. She had not been told of the means that were to end her life so she was left hanging and wondering. She tried praying but her faith had left her sometime as she had waited in her cell for this day. Now all she could do was to hope that the end would come swiftly and painlessly.
    A smooth rope was looped over her head and left so it was across her throat with the ends hanging down her back. Some fumbling at her back and the rope was supporting some kind of stiff cloth which created a small amount of pressure on her throat. She gulped and was relieved to find that the pressure was only a distraction and not a threat to her. A little more fumbling back there and then her blindfold was removed and her eyes were dazzled by the lights spotting her body. Past the circle of light she could see nothing but sensed that there were several people there, men most likely for no woman would be allowed unless she was here to die. A voice from beyond the light spoke to her in English. Instructions to pray for her soul and a warning that what was to happen would happen no matter what. She was here to be killed for her actions and that the law was going to be honored. In a short while she would be dead and her body would be fed to the wild beasts in the zoo. As an infidel she was unworthy of any form of after death care and so her corpse would be used as meat. She could hear the snicker and contempt in the voice as it ended the speech with the words “goodbye infidel whore, may you burn in hell for all time”.
    What ever was going to happen should happen soon she thought. She tried to be brave but all she could do was to try to look past the spotlights and meet the unseen eyes there. She could feel movement in the cloth resting against her back. Cold and the sound of running water. The rope at her throat was now pulling into the soft flesh of her neck. She realized what was happening. The thing on her back was a large water bag and it was slowly being filled. The only thing holding it there was the rope across her throat and as it filled the rope would slowly strangle her as her stood stretched there. Before long she would be fighting for every breath and sooner or later she would lose that fight. Her mind wandered off to do calculations involving the weight of water and how much her throat could resist and other useless trivia but all she was really doing was hiding from the horror. The water trickled into the bag and the pressure increased until her wandering thoughts were forced back to the business of dying. She twisted and bent her body as she tried to find some position that would relieve the ever growing feeling of being strangled. She soon came to understand that it was to no avail and that she was going to die, that there was no hope. She who had renounced her former life and had come here to help there people was being slowly and painfully murdered by the very ones that she had felt called to save. It was not fair and had she the breath to spare she would have screamed at her undeserved fate. 
    The rope had by now worn a raw groove into the skin of her neck and shoulders. Her salt laden sweat ran into the red wound and the result was a ring of fire burning her. Fire that matched the burning in her chest and the rawness of her throat from fighting for the air she so desperately needed to live just a  little while longer. Someone had sneaked in and released her feet from the rings in the floor. She found herself dancing as she tried to obtain even a second’s relief from the remorseless thing around her neck. The lights seemed to dim as her vision tunneled, her head was filled with the thundering sound of her own pulse, and she was concerned only with her next rasping breath. Wetness dribbled down her thrashing legs and was thrown by her movement. Her body was no longer wasting precious oxygen maintaining control of her bladder. The anal sphincter failed next. She neither noticed nor cared. She was too busy with the unending battle for her next breath. She had lost the battle already but still she struggled. Her head was twisted back by the unceasing pull of the rope, her body was bent backwards, she was undulating helplessly as she died. Her tits stood large and proud, bouncing and jiggling as she swung. The secret places between her legs flashed into and out of view. Water and hemp, two very simple things were ending her existence and the end was coming fast now. There was no longer any opening that she could suck in the precious air she needed. The fight left her body as she was reduced to twitching spasms. Her world went dark and her last thought was to wonder why there was no light, no angels, no heavenly chorus, no one to greet her. Just darkness and cold and her dead flesh left behind. Meat and nothing more.     
