JADE AND BIG  JIM

Gang executions, guns

    So this is how it ends, Jade thought. A bullet and an unmarked grave. Once she had hoped for more, perhaps a star on the sidewalk or at least having her name known by adoring fans. But like many before her the dreams had faded leaving her to survive as best as she could. It was so easy to fall into the trap. Rent was due, an offer from someone, sex for money. Then another offer and another. Before long she was working as a high priced call girl in Big Jim’s organization. Making big money, being seen with the beautiful people, being fucked for money, a whore. Then she got too old to pull down the big bucks and had retired. That’s what she’d told everyone. Instead she had used her contacts to hire a couple of new girls in town and had set up her own ring. Been doing OK too. 
    She had been meeting with her three girls. Talking over things and getting her cut of the money when the door was kicked in. Frankie G and a couple of the boys stopping by to say hello to an old friend. She knew Frankie. He was always the one she had been scared of. People tended to vanish when he visited them. Big Jim was most unhappy, disappointed to find a trusted employee had stabbed him in the back. How could do something like that? The four women were loaded into the back of a windowless van. A long ride with the muscle watching there every move. Making tasteless comments about the women, pawing them. 
     Finally the van stopped. They were let out of it to find themselves in a small canyon in the desert. At gunpoint they were stripped and had their hands tied behind their backs. Short ropes tied to ankles allowed then to walk but prevented any break for freedom.  Led over a small rise to find a large hole in the sandy soil. A grave. Their grave. 
    She had thought it a nice touch to pick gem names for her girls, Ruby, Pearl, Emerald. Ruby was a tall well built redhead, perhaps twenty one or two, stacked like a brick shithouse. Pearl was a slender girl that looked sixteen and might have been. Pale skin and light blond hair, a true blonde, the same color everywhere. Emerald had the most striking green eyes. Auburn hair with a short full body. And herself, Jade. She was thirty five and showing it but men still turned around to watch her walk away. Her green outfits had been her trademark. 
    Ruby was first. Taken to the edge of the hole, given a few seconds to think or pray and then shot once in the back of the head with a pistol by Frankie. Her body tumbled forward into the hole. Then Emerald. She tried to fight. Punched in the stomach, then kicked like a soccer ball to the hole. Her broken bones showing through her skin she waited in agony for the slug through her eye. Once more the sodden thud of a body hitting bottom. 
    Pearl tried to be brave. At the last second she flinched and the bullet that was meant to go through her brain instead blew her jaw away. She fell into the grave and lay there trying to scream in pain. Three more heavy slugs struck her between her small perky tits and ended her pain. Now it was just Jade. 
     “Got orders to treat you special bitch. The big guy is pissed with you. You should have known better than to piss Big Jim off. People who do that end up bad. You already got them three girls killed. Had to do them, might have talked. Too bad they went as hard as they did. Was going to do them easy like the redhead. Too bad. Now you, you don’t get easy. But you can get hard or you can get harder. Your choice. Stand and take it and I’ll let you off  as easy as I can. Screw around and I’ve got the time to take hours.”
    Because Frankie had a reputation of liking to hurt people she stood tall and waited. Holstering the gun he had used on the other three he drew a small silver .22 pistol. The first shot hit her just at the top of her cunt slit. She screamed and fell only to be kicked onto her back. Six more of the small bullets were pumped into her pussy and her pubic mound. She went on screaming as he reloaded. Three in each breast, another in her cunt. Reload, all seven in her belly. By now she was praying for the one that would kill her. Instead she was rolled over and kicked into the grave on top of the three dead girls. In too much agony to scream or beg or even move she just laid there as the first shovel full of dirt landed on her chest. Then a second, and a third before the other men grabbed shovels and the clods came too fast to count. Soon her body was buried except for her face. A short break as all three men unzipped their flies and pissed on her face. Then more dirt until at last she was covered and the life left her body. Four dead whores buried in the desert. 

* author’s note- this story was inspired by a short series of drawings by Dollcet called the hit. Check it out and see if it fits.