LETTERS TO POP

Various executions and tortures

Hi Pop, 
    Well I made it. Today I finished everything it takes to become an executioner. Ever since I was a little boy and you would take me to work with you I wanted a job like yours. Now I’m there. I got top marks both in school and during probationary training. Talked to your friend Al about what district to choose. He suggested  Southwest Area, district 12. I know you said to trust him and I did enough to put in for the job he suggested but from what I here there’s not much crime there. I wanted a busier area so I could keep busy but I guess it’ll be good to start out slow until I get my feet on the ground. 
    As to other things. I certified on the M-80 system last week. The guys call it the gut grenade. If I remember right you got it just as you retired so I won’t bother describing it. Felt kind of sorry for the poor girl. Even though only bad girls get the M-80 used on them I caused her a lot of unnecessary pain and bother. I just couldn’t get the damn thing to steer right. I got the wires snagged in her guts and almost poked a hole through her colon before I figured it out. Then just to make it worse the damn charge failed the last test and I had to emplace a second one. The second one went better, slid in fairly easily and checked out just fine. I don’t know who was more relived when the charge fired, her or me. Anyway the examiner said I did fine and signed me off. I hear I’ll be using a lot of M-80 as they are all the rage now. I also got cleared for any level of execution. Your kid’s off to a good start. Oh yah, I keep running into guys that worked with you and they all ask how you are doing and want to remembered to you. Trouble is I can’t remember most of their names so I guess I’ll just say all the old guys say hello. I’ll write after I get to the new posting and get my feet on the ground. Love Pete.

Hey Pops,
    Been in my new posting for a few weeks now and am beginning to get a handle on things. Remember in my last letter I worried about going to a low crime area? Well it turns out Al knew something. The stats about crime were right but there’s a whole nother going on here. This is not for public knowledge but there has been a very good underground op going on here. With the borders being just about sealed the beaners and the ragheads were getting desperate so they found a nice quiet path across the line that they figured we didn’t know about. Wrong. What has been happening is we nail everybody who uses it and kill them. They have caught some big fish as well as a  bunch of minnows. They all get questioned with truth drugs and the ones that are just wetbacks get put down easy while the bad ones get the works. I’m busy as a one armed paperhanger. 
    The judge here is Judith Hanger, she’s a tough old bird that the staff all call JJ even to her face. She claims to know you from years back and says she expects me to live up to your rep. Like I said I’m busy. It generally takes at least two or three days before I can get to even the simple cases. That’s after they spend a day being processed and questioned and another day for their cases to be reviewed by JJ. So the average stay here is almost a week. I know that sounds too long but you have to understand I process an average of thirteen simples and one or two others every day six days a week. Its an good thing I live here in the compound. I spend too many hours on paperwork but JJ is trying to get an exemption for us. Would be a big help. One side perk is she lets us mind wipe a few lookers and keep them around for recreation. Its nice to have a cute warm body to play with when I do manage some free time. 
    Remember when I said I expected to use a lot of M-80s? Guess what, haven’t used one since I got here. Too slow. I’m still experimenting with methods. To date I’ve tried a bunch of different shooting techniques including anal, pussy, heart, and several head shots. All quick deaths but cleanup and safety slows things down.  Same with hanging and garroting and manual strangulation. Hard work to boot. Knives are even messier. Any ideas? If we just got fewer wetbacks life would be a lot simpler. O well got to go. Later , Pete

Pop,
    Changes around here. JJ got our reports seriously reduced but at the same time our number of wetbacks has skyrocketed. But there’s more. Let me start from the beginning. As you know ever since the 05 male miscarriage germ got loose female births have outnumbered male ones by fifteen or twenty to one. And that’s here, other countries have numbers ranging as high as fifth to one. Now that we seem to have it under control thanks to testing and the new vaccines we are ever so slowly heading back to normal. It will still be years before it back to one to one or even close but it should happen. Problem is on the south side of the line they seem to think we have cured it so suddenly we’re being overrun with women who think they can have a son here. Its very rare to even see a male illegal, both the wetbacks and the heavies are all female. The upshot of everything is a new program. Instead of just killing all the wetbacks we now test them for the bug. If they’re dirty they die but if they’re clean they get wiped and go somewhere as breeding stock. Kind of neat to use them to raise our male birthrate. By using sex selection on the sperm and breeding back they expect to get between  six and ten boys from each breeder before they wear out. I’ve already been accepted as a sperm donor so I expect to have a bunch of little brown boys with my nose running around. Have to cut back on the local talent before donating though. 
    Even with the new program I’m doing an average of eighteen per day now so the reduction in paperwork is the only thing giving me a chance to keep up. I’ve got a couple of wipes helping with cleanup so I’m saving some time there now. Still busy as hell though.  Love Pete.

Hi Pops, 
    Good news. First I think I’ve solved my problem killing wetbacks. Its so simple I can’t believe nobody has ever thought of it before. I had a rare day off and went to the amusement park. Took a ride on the coaster and noticed how simple the restraint system was. Got me to thinking. When I got back I had a talk with the guys down in the repair shop and within a few days they had built the sweetest bench you ever saw.  Think of a church pew, build it from pipe with openings that allow easy access to any interesting places and let fluids and crap drain easily. A simple pressure wash cleans what ever sticks. Now make a large U shaped pipe that will act like a seat belt but placed just high enough s the arms can be held against the body while sitting. Add a couple of plates with holes in them on the back so the U can be slid through and pinned in place. A nice large pin between the legs to prevent sliding down and you have it. We had to try a few times to get it just right but now I have one that seats six and the guys are building two more. I can seat and secure six in about five minutes with just one helper.  Now comes the best part. I can kill all six in about the same time with almost no mess or cleanup other than a quick wash down. I was in a home center and noticed some large worm hose clamps, you know the nice stainless steel ones that every body uses on their new radiator hoses. Same thing except these will work around anything from about three inches in diameter to over eight inches. They even have a hex head screw so I can use a nut driver. Got one in a cordless drill. Only takes less than a minute to place one around the neck and run it down nice and tight. On to the next. And the next. By the time I get all six done the first one is already out like a light and we can start unloading and cleaning with only a couple minutes lost. When I get the rest of the benches done we’ll be able to really move. By the time number eighteen is clamped number one will be all done and ready to dump. I think we’ll just remove a corpse and plop a fresh one in her place. Maybe we can do thirty or forty an hour. Man that would be nice to have a little more free time. Have to talk to JJ about improving our corpse disposal system. 
    Second, JJ finally came by to watch me work. She was impressed with the wetback system but what she really came to see was how I punished a terrorist we caught. She had to be the dumbest little cunt I ever saw. First she was caught wearing one of those black tents they make the broads wear over there, a chordi or chorea or what ever the hell they’re called. Second she was carrying about six thousand in counterfeit bills and a nice little bomb. Then she answered in Arabic. I guess she was a pretty worthless source of information but they did get a few things from her. She was supposed to get in and just travel somewhere and blow herself up in a crowd so she really didn’t need to know much. When I read her sheet and medical report I noticed she was virgin. Turns out its quite often the case with bombers. Being both a virgin and a martyr must guarantee a good place in heaven. I wonder if female martyrs get the seventy two virgins too or maybe they get seventy two real studs instead. Have to find out sometime.  
    I had her brought in still wearing her tent but instead of her veil she was blindfolded. Had her hands cuffed to a waist chain and her feet in shackles. I remember what you told me about not taking any chances. Up to now she had been treated nicely. All that had been done was questioning under drugs and a search [ done by a woman] I was the first man she to work with her since she’d been caught other than the guys that grabbed her. I was planning to make the most of it. She was secured in a window frame for starters. Pop you would love the frame I’ve got here. I remember the old wooden one you had and just how handy it was but mine is better. Its made from lightweight aluminum tubing, ten feet on a side. Supported on each side by a pivot at the middle that mounts on a post with a screw mechanism that allows me to raise it from flat on the ground to about seven feet in the air and to rotate it so I can position a body face up or down or standing or on her head. The top and bottom tubes have a turnbuckle screw setup so I can by turning the screw move the tie points in to the center of out to the corners. Each tie point also has a small winch to control the tension on each limb. They may be small but they are powerful enough to pull a limb out of the socket if I want. There’s also anchor points on the sides that the winches can be mounted on. I tell you Pops its one hell of a tool and I love it.  
   So I started out by securing her hands and feet to the frame. When I was done she was hanging from her wrists with her feet pulled down just snug enough to keep her from thrashing around. Both were secured near the center of the bars about a shoulder width apart. I let her hang for a while so she could wonder and worry about what would happen to her. That and I knew she had been a lot to drink with no opportunity to piss. That would become a pressing need soon enough. After fifteen minutes or worry time I started to slowly cut her clothes off her body. Took a while. She was wearing about five layers. I stopped when she was down to just her panties and breast wrap, no bra but instead a bandage wrapped around her torso. She didn’t like being stripped down at all. She fought and complained the whole time but there was little she could really do about it. I started a nice ringers lactate IV in her arm. I knew she hadn’t had anything to eat since she’d been caught and I didn’t want her to pass out from hunger on me. Besides an IV running full bore would soon fill her bladder. 
    I went back to stripping her. When I finished unwrapping her chest I was surprised be what I found. I expected her to have been wrapped to make her look smaller but what I found was a pair of the loveliest little tits I’d seen in a while. About the size of a half a lemon each with pale almost invisible nipples. Her cunt was something else too. Not much more than a slit in her crotch with just a light dusting of black downy fuzz over it. When I removed her blindfold I was shocked at how young she looked. I had expected her to be perhaps sixteen or eighteen but there was no way she was. I went back to her file. I had missed it alright she was just shy of fourteen. I had already stripped myself so when the blindfold came off not only was she naked but she was looking at my nude body also. My growing boner was a bonus. Culture shock all over the floor. She recoiled in horror when I first touched her tiny breast. English was forgotten as she babbled in her native tongue but I understood her quite well anyway. She was begging me to leave her alone. You know Pops its funny how some messages come through no matter what language in used. Her words changed to screams as I prepared her for my next actions. A few twists and turns on the controls and she was spread wide and pulled tight enough that I could turn the frame horizontal and still have her body laying almost straight. With her legs now spread wide apart I could look into the tiny slit that soon would become the center of both our worlds for a while. But no hurry, I explored her young body to the accompaniment of her pleas and screams.  I flipped her over and after placing a post under her belly I lowered her down enough to force her ass up. This exposed her little brown opening. I inserted a nice enema tube in her and loaded her up with over a quart of nice warm water. Another turn had her hanging face down. Soon enough she just had to let everything go. First it was the anal fountain to spurt. Then a stream of piss sprayed upward to fall on her body. Of course some of both ended up on her face and even in her mouth. She puked and puked some more. I left her until I feared she would pass out. Once she was head up again she was left alone until the mess dried. 
    When the cold water I used to clean her shocked her back to reality she was having trouble breathing. The frame will do that. After I finished cleaning her up I lowered her to the floor face up and gave her some time to recover. I figured I had completely removed any hope from her. Being forced to shit and piss on yourself and having the stuff run into your mouth tends to convince anybody that they are helpless. Now to drive home the point. I’ve never been able to make up my mind which hole should be raped first. Start with the asshole and it is a worse shock that starting with the cunt but it leaves little for later. Start with the pussy and there is still the fresh horror of being assfucked after she thinks or hopes the worst is over. The trouble is the ass first approach is just so overwhelming that it is just in a higher order. I still think about it but until I can decide I take whichever happens to turn me on at the moment. With her I took her in the snatch first. Cherry popping time. So tight it hurt me too. But I enjoyed the pain in my dick because I knew it would pass and leave me stuck tight in a wet pussy while it would only get worse for her. I hammered the hell out of her before I blew my wad in her. Not all of the blood on my cock came from her cherry, some of it was from the damage I did to her inside during the fucking. I rotated her back upright while I took a break. She was pretty as a picture hanging there with her blood staining her thighs.
    The assfuck  was next and went well. Her anal ring was ripped up to the point where she would never again shit right but that was not a problem. Even torn open she was as good an assfuck as I’ve ever had. Not it was time to finish her off. I removed her from the frame. A couple of shots restored her to the point where she could enjoy the rest of her life to the fullest. The garrote was waiting for her. It took only a few minutes to get everything set up just right. She was on the seat and the strangling bar was in place over her windpipe. Inside her body were the two large electric dildos mounted to the seat. Her small tits had vacuum cups over them.  Time to start with her death. By sucking her tits unto the cups and pulling them away from her chest I was able to get the wires twisted around the base of her tits. Once they were nice and secure I removed the cups, checked that the wires were firmly in place, and began to destroy her a piece at a time. 
    Slow tightening of the wires turned her pale nipples first red than blue. Then the whole trapped breast turned blue and then purple as the wire cut off the blood. As it drew ever tighter it sank into the tender flesh until blood trickled down her chest. Any young girl is proud of her new breasts and to have them destroyed this way as something she did not want to watch but was unable to tear her eyes away from. She watched as the wires sank deeper into her until I was able with a flick to tear first one and than the other from her body. A hot iron stemmed the bleeding and left her with two angry red spots of raw meat where her breasts had been. 
    Her lost tits seemed less of a problem as the dildos inside on her started slowly pushing deeper and deeper. As one rearranged her guts the other pushed through her cervix to ruin her baby factory.  The shocks started. Electricity jolted through her belly. Set to the maximum survivable level they ripped and tore at her insides. She came here to spread terror and now she had found more terror that she wanted. Finally the dildos stopped and the jolts ceased. At first she didn’t even notice as the scalpel slit her slender belly. She did notice as her guts were slowly pulled out through the slash. I pulled out enough to make a good pile before cutting them free of her body. A couple of ties to ensure she didn’t bleed to death and she watched as her insides were dumped in a garbage can. One last touch waited before I would grant her a longed for death. A small pig was brought in. raised over her head before having its throat slit. One drop was enough to keep her from heaven according to her beliefs and she got a full shower. Now she could be killed. She would die knowing she had not only failed but had lost everything. Her body ravaged in way she had never dreamed of, condemned to hell because of the loss of her virginity and because of the blood of an unclean swine. Every reason for her mission had been torn from her and she had only death and hell ahead.
    She was dying even as the bar pressed her neck. I released her hands. She beat and scratched at her throat and at the steel bar crushing it. Frantic efforts belied her injuries as she fought for each breath. A inch at a time the steel moved and each movement increased her panic. Thrashing around on her seat caused the dildos to rip and tear. The steel shackles on her ankles cut her flesh as she kicked her feet. The whistle caused by the narrowing of her windpipe grew louder and then softer as she died. Finally she just quit. Her ruined body no longer able to survive its damages it shut down with one last shudder. Limpness replaced struggle. She had come to find death and so she had.
    JJ was a bit green around the edges when it was over but she stayed around through the cleanup. After we had a talk and she told me she was signing off on my rank of chief executioner and was going to recommend me for promotion to a more important position. Not that anything would happen for a while because she needed me with her for a while but it would come. She says to tell you I’m a chip off the old block. I’ll write later, Pete. 

Hi Pop,
    Did a rare public execution today. Extortion case and death by shooting. It was public because she was in public life and JJ wanted to send a message. Shooting because she had managed to return most of the money so she got off easy.  She was an older woman, forty six I think, but still good looking. Big tits that still tried to stand proud but were loosing the fight. Just a little too much belly but nice legs and handsome face.  I used a .410 shotgun loaded with slugs. She went to the post quietly and I tied her nice and tight. Arms tied behind the post at wrists and elbows so those tits stood out. Waist rope, knees and ankles tied, and no blindfold. By the time the reading of the sentence was done she was losing it. As I took aim she was begging for her life. Pleading for me not to kill her. Offering me anything. I let her go on until she realized nothing was working. Then I killed her. One slug at a time, five seconds apart. Five slugs to the torso. First one in the bellybutton, second just at the top of her pubic patch, third in the right nipple, forth in the left nipple, fifth between them. She bucked and thrashed as each one struck her body. Only grunted with the impacts, no screams. Any one of the five would have killed her all by itself within minutes and all five together made a mercy shot a waste of a bullet but I gave her a nine millimeter round behind the ear just for show anyway.  A nice execution that should have sent the message.  Long day so more later, Pete.

Pops,
    We’ve been having a crime wave lately. Three more public executions lately. The first one was a girl that had an abortion. She was young and not too bright and had some pressure put on her by others so JJ ordered her killed cleanly. I got out the old axe and sharpened it up nice and sharp. I’m not sure she even understood what happened to her. I got her kneeling at the block and cuffed her wrists to the base of it with her active help. She was trying so hard to please. I patted her on the ass and she acted like she thought we were going to have sex. Wiggled her ass and giggled. Never had one do that before and it kind of threw me off. I did it again just to see what would happen and damned if it didn’t. Pops I decided to take advantage of my prerogatives. I mean she just seemed to expect it and to tell the truth I kinda felt sorry for her. Instead of just cutting her head off I gave her the sex she seemed to want. It went beyond the call of duty. Pops she was fat and ugly but somebody had taught her about sex and it just seemed right at the time. I took her right there while she was on the block and she fucked me right back. When we were done she relaxed and was smiling at me when the axe severed her neck. 
    The second was the abortionist. She got impaled. When the pale was set nice and deep in her asshole I cut her woman’s organs out and cauterized the wound. Her tits followed. She was left under guard until she died. Took her twenty nine and a half hours from the time the pole first slit into her. Tough old bitch. 
    The third was a middle school girl that got caught with drugs. Did her right in school with all her friends and classmates watching. Nothing fancy just a knife stab in the guts followed by a slit throat. No sex or torture, just two quick movements with the blade and a lot of blood. Shook up all the kids a lot. Leaving her body there in the blood for the rest of the day only added to the effect I’m sure. She was a cute little thing that didn’t die a virgin. Made sure of that the night before. I had fun but she seemed to be thinking of something else. Got to go, Pete.