A SERIES OF EXITS [GUNS]

Death by shooting

    The chair was quite high and had something like a short dildo sticking up from the middle of the seat. Whatever it was had a rounded plastic cap covering it and the plastic glistened from the baby oil that covered it. She was brought in and forced to sit on the seat with the dildo inserted into her pussy. Straps went across her lap, waist, chest and head with still others securing her arms to the sides of the chair. One guard knelt down and opened the small door under the side of the chair. I caught a glimpse of something the size of my thumb and made of brass as he put in inside. There were a few metallic clicks and the door was closed. I noticed that none of the guards got any part of themselves over the chair after that.
The warden read his papers and the priest had his say and then there was silence. Three guards went to a series of small boxes and opened their tops. Inside each one was a button. At the command the buttons were pushed and there was a dull whomp sound. Her body seemed to swell for just an instant. Her face reflected her surprise as her mouth opened to allow the escape of a red mist. She went limp at once and never moved again. I knew it was useless to check for life signs but I did so and signed her off as having been duly executed a the proper time. Then she was taken to the morgue and I got to cut her open for the post mortem. When I opened her up she was filled with red jello with lumps in it. I have never seen such damage in all my years of practice. I could figure out what some of the pieces were but others were just scraps of organs mixed in with  other scraps, blood, bile, feces, piss, and god knows what else. Death had to be instant. I figured the mist was blood and lung tissue blown out her mouth from whatever had done such damage. I found out later that she had been sitting on a large bore gun that was loaded with a heavy charge of powder and wad but no bullet. When it was fired the gases blew into her and just pulped everything inside her. Very effective and quick. Yes I was there for the very first use of what we now call the gun chair. It is still very quick and cheap and after its use we no longer do a post mortem. There’s no use. 

    She could feel the gun at the back of her neck. Cold, hard and deadly. Waiting for the words that would end her life. She had seen others die just as she would. The sharp crack of the gun, the boneless fall forward, the lifeless bounce and jiggle before the awful stillness of the body and the pooling of the blood. Her naked breasts heaved as she panted her last breaths. Her thighs were wet as she lost control. She was ashamed and so afraid. There were the words and she actually heard the ping of the firing pin as it struck the primer. Then nothing. Just the boneless fall, the bounce, the jiggle, the stillness, and the pooling blood.

 The pain was beyond belief as the slug hit her right between her belly button and her pubic hair. She went down and curled herself into a ball in an instinctive effort to protect herself. Her guts were on fire and it was spreading. Hands on her ankles and then she was hauled up by the ropes. She was  hung like a farm animal for skinning. Upside down and naked she waited for whatever was to happen to her but there was nothing more. She was left hanging in the sunshine, naked and bleeding. The fire in her guts was trying to consume her. She could taste her own blood as it trickled down her body. She couldn’t even reach up to hold her belly, she lacked both the will and the power. There was nothing but the pain. Then the pain had company. Now she could no longer breathe as she needed to. The fire warred with her need for air. Every movement sent fresh fuel to the flames but she had to try to get air no matter what the cost. Finally she lost and died. Died hanging naked, alone, slowly,  and in agony.  

    I took her picture as she died. Her clothes were ripped so that they offered her no defense from the eyes watching. She was young and very thin. She was gagged and her arms were tied behind her with a course twine. Somehow I knew that she had been raped at the very least and maybe worse. Yet she looked defiant as well as resigned. She knew that she was a dead girl but she was going to try to be brave. The post was short but it worked because she was forced to kneel in front of it. Her ankles were tied behind it as were her elbows. This thrust her tits out past her rags and exposed her private parts too. Cleaned up with a few more pounds on her she might have been pretty. There was no fancy officer to command a sharp firing squad for her. All she got was a few men with old rifles led by some guy with a bit of power. The men got into a ragged line and one at a time each shot her. The old lead slugs tore into her body and blew a spray of blood and tissue from her back as they exited. I do not know if it was because of orders or because they were just lousy shots but no bullet hit her heart. Shoulders, yes. Guts , three of them there. One took the side of her jaw away. Two in her chest including one through her right nipple. But none in her heart. She was there still tied to the post and gasping her life away and she was looking at me as I took the picture. 

    I looked right into her face as I walked up to her. She was scared and crying. Tied to the post as she was she could do nothing except wait for me to kill her. I looked her over. She was nothing special to look at but she was not ugly either. Just plain and unremarkable. Mouse brown hair top and bottom. Slightly fat tits and ass with some droop to both. Mud brown eyes now red from crying. Nice legs though. Somewhere between twenty and forty but under these conditions its tough to tell ages. She would never get any older. I brought the gun up as she watched it. The click of the safety made her wince. I looked into her eyes for the last time and said goodbye. The hammer fell and the gun bucked in my hand. The heavy slug hit squarely between her tits and shattered her breastbone. The bone fragments and the slug blew her heart to ribbons. She was thrown back against the post and fell as far forward as her bonds allowed. She tried to raise her head and take one last breath but it was beyond her. Her legs collapsed and she sagged down into death.