HOW I WAS EXECUTED

Rape & execution

    I died because I was a young girl that experimented with forbidden sex and was caught by the morals police. My best friend Sluki and I shared everything so I suppose it was not surprising that we turned to each other when the rising sexual pressures got too much to handle. Since we were not allowed the company of boys we started pleasuring each other as a poor second choice. What started as innocent kisses and hugs blossomed into much more. We made it a practice to spend time naked in each other’s arms as our mouths and fingers gave pleasure. Being young and careless word of what we were doing leaked to the morals police and we were caught with our mouths on each other’s pussies. This was held to be a crime against god and man and as such we were arrested and there were secret trials. We were not allowed to attend and were forced to wait. Each of us in her own cell, unable to talk or even know if the other was alive. My end came suddenly.
    A man I had never seen before entered my cell with four guards. I was taken blindfolded to another place. Once there the guards left and my blindfold was removed. For the first time in my life I was alone with a strange man and it scared me. I was afraid for what he might do and of what might be said if it was ever found out that I had been in this situation. Foolish girl that I was I never dreamed of what was going to happen. He explained everything and I can still hear his words. 
   “Arrea, I know that you are both scared and worried and I wish I had good news for you but I do not. There is no easy way to say this so I have to just tell you the truth. Your trial has been held. You were found guilty and have been sentenced. I am your executioner and you are here to die. I’m sorry but there is very little I can do. Sluki was also found guilty and sentenced to death as well. She is dead but before she died she sent her love and asked that you trust me. I know that you grieve for your friend but time is short and there are things that must be done. The law is strict and does not allow for the feelings of one man nor the fear and grief of a young girl. This is what I must do. I must rape you. The morals police think that will deny you entrance to heaven. You will die naked because of the shame it will impose. You will be killed by slow strangulation because of the agony and fear it causes. All I can do is try to make it as easy as I can for you. Now listen very closely. If you do not struggle I will do everything myself and it will be as easy for you as such things can be. If you struggle those waiting outside will have to come help. They will not be gentle nor kind. You will be gang raped until the four of them tire. You will be sodomized. You will be tortured. Those men are high in the morals police and you will become sport for them. Please I beg of you submit quietly to your fate no matter how unfair it might be. I have a daughter your age. I will treat you as I would hope she would be treated here. If you do not resist I can protect you from those that would make sport of your death. If you fight I cannot. Decide and do so quickly.”
    Suddenly everything came crashing in on me. I found myself being held in the gentle arms of the man that would kill me and that had already killed my best friend. I took comfort in his gentle strength. He might have to kill, to rape me but he would do so as kindly as he could. Sluki bid me to trust him even as she was facing her own death, I would do so. I asked him what I should do. 
    I needed help undressing. I was having trouble making my hands work and my legs would not quite support me as I disrobed in front of this strange man. I had always thought that the first time a man saw me naked it would be my husband on our wedding night. At the start of my life as a wife and woman. I never dreamed it would happen on the day I was to die and that the man would be my killer.
    I had no idea of what my rape would be like. He led me to a padded sawhorse and bid me to bend over it. I was tied there by soft ropes. One for each ankle, one for each wrist, and one across my waist. As I waited I realized that I was no longer scared of being raped. It was not something that I wished but it held no terror for me. While I was undergoing it I would still be alive. Being raped would give me more life. I found myself hoping that it took a long time. 
    As he promised he was gentle. I was rubbed with cold grease and it was worked inside of me by his fingers. He spent time slowly working first one than two inside my tight canal. Finally he was satisfied that I was open enough. When he entered me it hurt and it hurt even more a few seconds later when he ruptured my hymen but it was not the tearing pain I had expected. Soon enough even the smallest pain was gone. I was left feeling him slowly piston in and out of me. It was strange. I was being raped and it felt like I was watching a stranger undergo it. I felt almost nothing except the movements. No fear, no pain, no shame even. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I had not asked for this and it was not my fault. So I waited and felt the slow movements inside of my body. Then it was over. He quickened his pace and as he pushed deeply into me I felt his seed being planted in my body.  My extra time was over. Now I had to die. 
    He stayed inside me for a while. I felt his twitches slow until he quieted and then left my body. I was untied. Over in a corner where I had not noticed it was the means of my killing. I had heard of garrotes but had never seen one before. It was a wooden frame. A post with a large heavy base. On one side was a seat that would be where I would sit as I died. Chains and cuffs would insure that I would be unable to resist. Sticking up from the seat was a small knob. It was about four or five inches high and two across. I was forced to sit on it. It went into my body and filled the now empty place that my executioner had just left. A heavy leather belt went over my waist and held me down on the seat and kept me from trying to lift myself off the impaling knob. My hands were chained to the sides of the post behind my waist. A steel bar went across my throat. Another strap went over my forehead. The steel moved into firm contact with my neck. With each movement of the steel there was a squeaking noise. The sound of dry metal as it turned on threads. The sound of death. I imagined I could feel Sluki’s warmth in the steel. No doubt she had sat here not long before.                                                                   Was this the time when she sent her love and her advice to trust the man that even now was ending my life. I had no one to sent anything to. Still I felt I needed to say something so I thanked my killer for his caring, for being gentle, for protecting me from those that wished to enjoy my murder,  and for being a good kind man. It sounds odd that I would call my murderer a good man but he was just that. A good man doing a very hard job to the best of his ability. Doing it with kindness, with compassion, and with understanding. I told him I was ready. 
    Death did not come quickly nor was my dying easy. It took a long time for the steel to crush my throat. A squeak, a few breaths. Another squeak, more breaths but harder to get. Squeak and fight for air. I fought the straps. My legs kicked high and wide. I shamelessly exposed everything I had. My breasts heaved. Any men watching would have seen a display unlike anything else they had ever seen. I cared nothing for modesty. I had no shame. Squeak and fight. It was almost over. My breath whistled past the steel. I was losing the fight. Squeak and squeak again. I was now squeaking along with the steel. My  vision darkened. My struggles softened. I was now fighting less and for no reason. I had lost, the steel had won. There was no more air to let me live. I tried to surrender but my body insisted on continuing the battle. My legs were too heavy to lift. My hands no longer tied to free themselves from the chains. My breasts now just quivered instead of heaved. The world was black and very quiet. My body finally lost and went still. A few ragged heartbeats and then I was dead. My soul was freed. 
    I hovered over the scene at first. My body looked so small and broken with the steel and leather holding it in death. My executioner was softly crying. I stayed while he removed my corpse. I watched as he washed it and placed it in a simple wooden coffin. As the cover was being nailed on Sluki came for me and we left. I am not allowed to tell you what happened after but I can say the morals police are wrong. Wrong in everything. They’re time is coming.