FURTHER EXITS
More mayhem and death

    Pol Pot’s merry men had their own style of killing. They hog tied the victim so the hands and feet were one package. Very uncomfortable to say the least. Once they had them all trussed up nicely they went down the line cutting throats. Of course any pretty women or girls were usually gang raped first and most everybody had to admit to crimes first. Crimes like wearing glasses or knowing how to read. Imagine being the last in line and watching the knife slide through flesh, seeing the red fountains from each slashed neck, seeing the bodies go limp, hearing the cries for mercy and the screams, and the sound of blood splashing. Knowing that you were seeing your future and being unable to do anything but wait to die.

    I had it down to a science. The women were tied into chairs by wrist and lap belts. Once the guards had them all in a nice neat line I started at one end and simply placed the muzzle of my shotgun right against a chest between the tits and squeezed the trigger. The body was thrown backward and the chair would fall over. Death was instantaneous since the combined effects of the blast and the lead pellets just pulped the heart and lungs. Shoot, pump the slide KA CUNK, step over to the next one and do it again with a brief pause every sixth one to reload. Messy but I didn’t have clean up after myself. Six dead women every forty seconds with reloading time included.  

    We had a nice hot fire going, I mean a big one. I’ve seen smaller fires when a cottage burned. Around all four sides there was a makeshift ladder with a naked woman tied to the top. A couple of ropes held it upright and in place. The women were screaming, begging, and praying. [to Satan but even he could not intervene because we were doing God’s work]
It was time. Starting with the oldest the ropes were let slip so that the ladder holding her body slowly tipped forward until she was first over and then in the hottest part of the flames. Her hair went up first, a bright flare around her head. I supposed it was Satan’s  way of welcoming her home. She writhed in the flames for a little while but the ropes holding her burned away and she fell into the heart of the fire. The others followed in turn and then the last two were placed on ladders and they also went home to their master. We were done here and we must move on, there are so many witches and so little time.

    I’d never hung a ten year old before although I knew it was done. My lord just didn’t seem to what to do it but as they say there’s a first time for everything. The girl was the daughter of a noted highwayman that we’d been after for a while. I had strict orders to give her the full treatment just as I would have done to any female sent to me. She was not yet budding but I stripped her anyway. She was dirty but still cute. I cleaned her up some before taking her to my bed. Once I was done pleasing myself I had her taken out to the scaffold and place in the stocks until I got there to finish the job. In the meantime the word was spread that anybody that wanted to make use of the little ass that was stuck out so invitingly they were welcome to. By the time I got there the line was around the corner. I sent a man to tell any newcomers that there would be no more allowed to join those waiting. Never figured there were so many guys interested in having a little kid. It took most of the day for everybody that was in line to get their turn but there was enough time before dark to send her on her way. She was pretty well used up but I got her up and walking well enough to get up the steps and then up the ladder. I almost felt sorry for her. The thick rope looked odd around her thin neck and I knew that she would be a long time dying. I turned her off the ladder and stood back to watch as her struggles began. They would last a long time. It took her until sunset to die. By then her face was black and the blood from her bitten tongue was dripping on the boards below her. In the morning I was offered a nice piece of change for her body by a merchant. Since it saved me the trouble of cutting her down and hauling her stiff body away I figured what the hell. He must have something planned for her and since she was dead I had done my job. Whatever he did with her was his business. Her father graced the same gallows a few weeks later and just before he was turned off he listened to the tale of her fate. 

   It was so easy. She was standing with her back to me. I had just finished using hr body for my pleasure and she had modestly turned away after she got up. With a quick simple motion I slipped the heavy plastic wire tie over her head and zipped it up tight. She turned to face me but it was already too late. Her breathing was shut off and so was most of the blood to her brain. She managed a look of surprise and started to say something before she went down. She tried to claw at her neck a little as she thrashed around on the floor but her time was very limited. Perhaps thirty seconds after I had tightened the plastic noose she was about done. Laying quietly with the piss leaking out and the last few tremors shaking her body. I took a stethoscope and listened to her dying heart. After ten minutes her heartbeat was gone but she had already been dead for most of that.